the chosen heir of the dragonborn
male | three | 39 inches | 180 pounds | no heart | no soul | freeman king of the fantastic four | far walker of taviora
He is settled down by the time Zeltzin arrives and he is glad to see her, if only to have the relief of the aching and slicing pain that came from angering a bull moose and a caribou or two. He nods to her, head lowered in a little bit of embarrassment that he should be the only one come to seek her help. She seems to take him in in a moment and takes no amount of time between evaluation and understanding what was likely the problem. “Well Constantine it appears you had your fair share of wounds from the hunt. I heard the howls you were all successful yes?”
“Yes,” he confirms with a broad smile, clearly proud of being recognized for a success, “my brothers and I have been very successful in the two hunts this year already.” He fluffed himself up just a little, but almost as though he had not thought of being proud and simply felt giddy for the praise. He smiles, bright but not entirely without pain, a thank you in his eyes.
The ‘thank you’ is both for the praise and the root he takes quickly into his mouth to chew up and swallow. “Take this it will relieve you of most the pain.” He already has and he smiles sheepishly for seeming so eager to cure the pain - not very manly of him, he thinks. Her tongue then sets to work on cleaning what she can of the wound that had gotten messy again in his attempt to reach her with his brother. He might have been blushing, but there was no telling beneath that fur.
The rest of the tending goes smoothly, a few hisses from her patient notwithstanding, and by the end, he is almost settled with the idea of a nice time spent in the warren of dens his brothers and he had fashioned after those that had housed them as children-- where they kept the skull of the bear and it’s pelt. Vladimir had taken the former, Constantine had taken the latter. It would serve him now as he looked for a means of comfort beyond her offered root.
“How does your shoulder feel? It didn’t look like there was any significant muscle damage, but I wouldn’t recommend running on it for a bit until it’s closed up. Understand?” He nods, feeling quite better, “I do, Alexander wouldn’t let me if I tried, he’s a real believer in not lugging about injured wolves. Seems to him that it’s a liability to the injured party as well as the group. We work best as a full unit, but better to be missing one rather than trying to fix one on the move, you know?” .
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