Viserys was working busily, with the help of his son, to prevent Mugen from bleeding out. The male had already lost an impressive amount of blood, if was perhaps a bit less stubborn then he would have been unconscious by now. He was glad that he was at the very least slightly responsive- working on a wolf you could not speak to was far more difficult than one that could respond to questions or even simply groan in pain. This was truly his first life-or-death situation, though, and a bit selfishly he was glad that he was working on his tactless younger brother instead of his mate... He shook the thought away. Each life was just as precious as the other. Xerxes continued to press the cobwebs and the poultice of clotting herbs onto Mugen's neck, though he flinched away with a sharp yip when the male spewed blood everywhere.

"If this is what healing is..." The pup grumbled, his eyes narrowing slightly as he returned to pressing against his uncle's neck. His paws were small and he was able to put nearly all his body weight on the compress without it being painful, there was hardly any room for pressing too hard as to make it uncomfortable for the injured wolf. Xerxes had to admit that he admired his father's skill... knowing exactly what to do even though he had never encountered the situation before.

Viserys looked down at Mugen when the male said his name, raising an eyebrow slightly. His next words caused the older male to breathe a heavy sigh. He wasn't sure where his younger brother had gotten his awful, vulgar attitude from- but if he believed that the cream-pelted male wouldn't retaliate, he was entirely wrong. He winced slightly when Mugen sprayed blood onto his face, but he gave him little reaction beyond that. Arrogant child. "Xerxes." He said, though his eyes never left the wolf below him, as he nudged the boy out of the way and placed his own paw on the compress instead. "Get me some of those leaves over there. Dieffenbachia, dumb cane. Be careful not to bite into them."

Xerxes scrambled over to the leaves, happy to be away from his uncle even if it was just for a moment. He picked some of the large, white-flecked leaves and brought them gingerly over to Mugen and his father. Viserys nudged them next to Mugen's grinning mouth. "If you can laugh, then you can chew and swallow. These should... help." It was a dead lie. The leaves of the dumb cane plant caused intense burning of the mouth and swelling of the tongue, drooling, and discomfort. Swallowing them would leave his throat swollen as well- he would hardly be able to talk, if he could at all, for a few days. It was hardly fatal, especially not with the few leaves that he had instructed Mugen to eat, but it would certainly shut the other male up.

Viserys had noticed that he had a reputation of being infallibly kind, and while that was typically true, he had little tolerance for the disruption of a boy he considered to be largely an unappreciative brat. His teal eyes stared down at him, uncharacteristically harsh and unblinking. "Not in front of my son, Mugen." He murmured, his tones laced with dry venom. No, anger had never suited him, and he was not angry now- simply teaching his younger brother a very, very important lesson.