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Ico. Was that the other boy's name? A tiny thing, and Evien was almost one hundred percent sure he'd hurt his feelings. And he hated doing that, but this was much more serious. The other guy, too - trespassing, clearly, but also harassing? Fuck that guy. It wouldn't stop Evien from tracking him down to make sure he wasn't dead, but wow. What a piece of shit.

"What an asshole," Evien remarked, assessing the damage to the golden wolf's ear. Belatedly, he wished he'd brought him to a place with water, but he didn't have any around. Instead, Evien had to suck it up and clean the ear himself, lapping his tongue gently around the wound and picking up the blood - fresh and dried - and stifling gags. It must be so dirty, so many germs crawling around in his mouth. But it was Fields, and he could deal with it for him.

Fields' breaths quickened in pace and Evien moved over to crouch in front of him. "Hey, look at me. Eyes up here," he urged, meeting green with blue. "We'll fix it, okay? You're fine. And if your ear is a little messed up, that's fine, right? Look at me. I get along fine with my leg." A small smile, then, trying to relax him. "You don't see me complaining, huh?"