Heron Lake Plateau theodore rex

Phox allowed the younger Blackthorn to lean against them as they walked. Thankfully, they weren't too far from Raven's den, so getting him there was doable, yet arduous. Phox's own face stung, but it was nothing like what had happened to the other wolf. Phox was pretty sure the tail loss was going to make things more difficult for the boy than a few scratches (no matter how deep) across his face.

When they got to Raven's, Phox let her take over. He caught the boy's name (Cinder) finally as Raven went to work on him. She cleaned the wound, put something or another on it for what he could only assume would stop the bleeding and prevent infection, and told him to lie down and get some rest there. The older Redhawk then asked what happened, and Phox explained in as much detail as he could about the rather large lynx and its odd behavior of attacking Cinder (and then Phox). She seemed concerned by this, looking back anxiously at the tailless Blackthorn, but she insisted everything would be all right.

Raven began to work on Phox, and he allowed her to clean his wound, but he decided the rest could take its course. He'd gotten more than enough scrapes and bruises without needing extra attention. I'll come by tomorrow to check on him, he said. He peered over at Cinder, who he assumed was already resting by now.

As for Phox, he wanted to go back and check on the lynx to see if there was anything especially odd about it. Maybe it would help him make sense of why it had acted that way.