His mind was set on fixing his wound. He didn't mind it much but the sweat that constantly got in it was burning his flesh. The pack was without a healer and with the hunt that had taken place wounds were bound to happen. He sighed. The new young king was one of a kind as far as the other standing royal bloods were. They all seemed so vicious and blood thirtsy. Damian, well... he was a flower boy. A true noble and trustworthy king. It seemed like his kind was going extinct. That ever wolf was lost in a pit of darkness.
Running the pack was easy for now. It was his blood right once and he took it back. He needed to find some herbs to crush and apply...but he couldn't reach his wound to even lick the blood that crusted it. His paws scaled the rough rocks as he finally reached the top of the cliff. There he found a she, and by the smell he could tell that she was wounded as well. Herbs cloaked the air, as he neared her he saw them as well as her wounds. He smiled softly, charmingly. "Are you alright? Do you need help?" He asked in a hushed voice as he tried to keep her calm. Before she could speak, he sat down and put his paw in the paste. He wiped it on her two wounds and smiled faintly still. His heart took over as he wanted to help this she before himself. "My name is Damian." He said softly once more and put his paw down on the ground.
❀ Damian ❀ Adult ❀ Titan ❀ Mate ❀ Heir ❀ King of Spring Grounds ❀ Cris'Girl ❀
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