The weretiger let out a soft laugh. Leave it to Noctis to be frozen half to death and still try and piss him off. Reaching for a washcloth, the alpha lathered it up with soap before starting to clean all the blood and grime off of the younger boy.
"Those things are replaceable." Kostya replied as he washed the boys body. "You, little dragon, are not. What were you thinking, trying to take on a tiger when you can't fully shift?"