Re: Log: Claire/Atticus Wolfytime
[The wolf snarled once more. Didn't understand her, but felt it was the thing to do. He ducked his maw and seemed to glance at the first aid kit she held. Still wasn't sure. The scholar was there, present, insistent. Didn't listen to the scholar. Had never listened to him before. Didn't see a reason to start now.
Turned for the stairs. Was a slow climb. Didn't want to give her his back. Walked up at an angle, stumbling a few times and snarling if she attempted to assist. Got him up himself, on his own steam, each time. By the top step, he wanted to simply lie down and be left alone. Had trailed blood up her stairs. Didn't care.
Flopped. Stayed there, panting, briefly, then chose one of the two guest rooms. Was already making himself comfortable, that was true, but his injuries hurt more than they had before that climb. Turned in a full circle of long limbs and scraggly fur. Forced himself to stand tall, and full and impressive height. Regarded her. Then, after a long perusal and a warning growl, he flopped in front of her feet.
Didn't hide beneath the bed. Fine, heal me, or so his golden eyes seemed to say as they fixed on her.
The injuries on legs and belly were all BB-gun wounds, save for the one at the scruff, which was a bullet from a full-sized rifle, the bullet partially lodged in muscle. He would've pulled out, but he couldn't reach it. Had tried. Had clawed up the skin beside it, but hadn't been able to pull it the remainder of the way out.