Sleepy Fox Hollow Sea born

Having been saved by one of the pack's leaders not long ago, Donnie found it relatively easy to put trust in yet another wolf from the pack that had taken him in. He remained quiet and curious, though he shuddered when he saw the boy return with a plant that had small spikes around the edges. He tensed, but when Etienne stripped back some of the thick, green flesh of the plant and revealed a clear ooze, he became curious. He sniffed; the plant had a unique smell though it was somewhat reminiscent of pine. 

He flattened his ears and furrowed his brow as Etienne reached for one of his paws, at first reluctant to allow it to be touched. He whispered a soft whine, pleading, and he twitched when the odd, cool ointment was wiped onto his pawpad. He pulled it back as Etienne treated the others so he could smell it again. He resisted the urge to lick his foot. 

Etienne's eyes flicked up to the tree. Donnie glanced over his shoulder, lips pulled tight. The tree stood, still, but had a long, dark streak down the length of its trunk. He felt fortunate to have survived the incident, though the ringing in his ears was beginning to give him a headache. 

Now that his feet had been treated, he pulled them in close, trying at the same time to avoid getting them muddy. He tried to tuck them beneath himself, to keep the rain from washing the aloe off, but every time his paws brushed against his body they smarted, causing him to whine. He wanted nothing more than to just flip over onto his pack and hold his paws up to keep them from touching anything, but the angry clouds overhead threatened. Unsure of what to do, he simply tucked his paws in and frowned deeply, feeling very much like a newborn fawn.