Rosewater Oasis fight, little wolf, fight

when he returned the boy could not even rise. his fever slaked off of him volcanic and pulsing.

soto's attention turned to the second one, who bristled into his space with a question curling around his tongue.

he knows words would do little here. rising, he seizes the first of the reeds and motions to the supine brother. packing them into his mouth, he makes a slurry of them -- and it is this he spits into a paw and shows them both.

then he seizes the slurry between his teeth and jerks his head to the standing brother. sujetarlo, he instructs, not that it would mean anything. seeing this, soto advances towards the fetid hole rendering sylianos unstable. he jerks his head roughly at the upright brother and then, without much tenderness, spat the slurry and packed it down into the seeping wound.