Golden Glade Astronomy will now be conducting stargazing sessions only with blindfolds

Migraine. Dragomir wasn't familiar with the specifics, but he'd had a headache on more than one occasion and knew those were bad enough. He was pretty much helpless here. He hadn't learned anything about medicine or healing from his estranged mother, and even if he had, it wasn't a skill he was interested in so his retention was shaky at best. He also didn't know how incapacitated Phox really was.

Can I walk you home? he asked, tentatively biting his lip and casting around as if he could find something that would help. There was nothing. He wasn't smart enough to devise tools from nature, and it was an unnatural thing for a wolf to do, anyway. Dragomir was, if nothing else, a pretty simple wolf. Or... can I find help? If Phox was able to point him in the direction of his home then he could probably fetch help from there, assuming the pack wasn't vicious, which he kind of doubted from this man's personality.