Polished doubt . Joining

" a second pair of claws would be lovely thank you. " The wolf murmurs, red eyes fixated on the pittian as he approaches. Argus relaxes in the other's presence, a clear sign of life from the otherwise stiffness of their back. Pain dances across their spine when they move, the rigid vigil shifting to a slow disregard of the threat the other could possess. The wolf only exhales as another joins them, a pair forming into a group- a quick survey of the area does nothing to alleviate the bone set weariness. Something bitter spreads through the wolves eyes at the medic- embry's voice. Something fimilaur that they push aside to focus on the present for.

" I need to re break it, and it's hard to do it in the right spot to myself. " Argus is weary around medics in general, but that could also be just the one time she was poisoned by one intentionally. They are weary to trust strangers too, instinct is a tricky thing, argus wants to retreat into a tree and howl and heal- but they are right. It's nearly impossible to break it again precisely where it healed wrong. Argus can deal with the pain but being grounded is proving difficult. They miss the sky, a home away from home. "[b] I don't really need any herbs, i won't take from ya when i can heal fine on my own. Got downed by a loner lookin' for a scrap not long ago, name's Argus, or Gus for short.[b]"