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Not only was Ashton a skilled medic, but he knew how to make his patients feel at ease, too. Elwood didn't think he would have been so calm had he been under the supervision of a more high strung wolf; there was something about Ashton's nature that kept him level-headed. Even Ashton's proclamation that Elwood withstood the treatment better than he would have was reassuring.

He laughed at Ashton's phrasing -- as usual, it was kooky -- and shook his head as he imagined a widowed chicken and what it would look like if it was crying. "I would have liked to see that," he quipped, then he sobered as Ashton explained what he would need to do to ensure that his injury continued to heal. He would only need to apply the mixture one other time, and after it had been given thirty minutes to sink in, it was important that he rinse it off. He nodded, showing his understanding as he bookmarked the information in his mind.

"Got it, doc. Should I hang out here until this application needs to be rinsed?" he asked, glancing back at the green-stained fur on his haunch.