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The other boy refused to look him in the eye which, yeah, was a little disheartening, but Evien understood. Kind of. Fields wasn't the most social of wolves, either, and perhaps there was something in there about not wanting to show weakness. Even though he was clearly, at least in Evie's opinion, in distress. 

"Alright," he said reassuringly when he realized he was the only one trying on the whole eye contact thing, returning to the poultice he'd made and peering at the wound on the ear. It was still bleeding, but not as badly as before, and it did look a lot cleaner. Of course, it would be better if he had running water to rinse it off with, but they had to work with what they had at their disposal at the moment.

Ears perked and a smile crossed his maw at the compliment, as cynical as it might have been. "Nice to know I'm needed, at least," he remarked, placing one paw on the back of Field's neck to hold him steady. "I'm about to put the poultice on. It'll sting, but it shouldn't be too bad." He smirked, challenging then. "You're not a wimp, are you?"