Lake Rodney in an empty field and

His cheek itched with lingering pain from the bite that mad pregnant woman had inflicted. Starting to scab by now, but still mainly raw and exposed. Admittedly he needed somebody's help. He needed to slap something on it to help with the healing. He had seen plenty of wolves succumb to injuries, but he was not ready for that part of life yet.

While he was no healer, he knew cleaning it would help. So when he came across the lake he knew what he must do. Slowly he waded into the cold waters. Mid-leg deep before he bent his head down. Dunked it straight into the water. Even went so far as to shake his head around underneath the surface before he yanked it back up.

Head soaked and gasping like a fish out of water, he imagined he was quite the sight.