Thunder Dome No one's telling me the cure

He heard the clatter before he saw the wolf.
Indeed, medicine, but not for any wounds he could see.
She acknowledged him, and he quietly moved around her to observe.
He didn't know much of medication, and should probably try to learn something.

His head tilted in silence, looking at the goop.
Then he remembered that even if she isn't hurt, someone else might be.
"Is someone hurt?" He asked, at last, looking to her and really taking in what she looks like.
Her soft chocolate-pointed featured were...something to behold for Derg.
The soft tones to her otherwise silver fur made her look like she was bathed in sunlight, and her eyes reminded him of Kynareth, except much softer and held a deeper kindness than the brindle male's ever could.