Barrow Fields Carry Me Home

Better, but hardly to his liking. 

"Thin ice, kid." he said. "Go get cleaned up."

Pepper had nothing better to do. He'd wait.

Hesitant, he laid back down to begin cleaning his wounds - eyes unmoving from Pepper as he did so.

His tense nature would remain, but he had gained some respect for the older wolf.

Pepper watched as Kekoa laid down. Phobos would be helpful right now, because Pepper knew fuck all about dealing with the aftermath of a fight. 

"Lickin's only gone make it worse. There's a river east."

Pepper would be visiting it himself.

Eyes briefly flicking to the side, he then looked back to Pepper.

"..Will you take me then?"

He didn't feel as though he had much of a choice - if Pepper knew where the river was, then he should go with him.

Pepper eyed the pitiful child. Did he take things too far? 

"I ain't heard an apology yet."

He'd take him, sure. But the wolf should learn from this.

He scrunched his face up once again - that was a ridiculous request in his mind.

"Aren't you the one who bit me?"

Pepper didn't bite without reason. The wolf was behaving like an ass. That's what the apology was for. 

"Good luck," Pepper said, then turned to leave. He'd head back to pack borders if the boy followed. Crossing them as an intruder would be a mistake.

He immediately hopped up, tail held high in alarm.

"What - no! I'm sorry, will you take me now?"

His pride wasn't worth the infection, he had decided.

He turned. An apology, whether it was out of desperation or sincerity, was better than nothing. 

He could still just leave and not waste the rest of his afternoon tending to the idiot kid, but he wasn't heartless. 

"This way," he said, flicking his head.

He gave a careful nod, paws lifting to follow the older wolf.

This time around he would keep his mouth shut - probably.