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[lipstickittoyou]

*It's already past lunch when a certain make-up artist decides to finally make her way to the messhall. The only problem? There's a wolf passed out in front of her barn.*

...Zero?

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[bitingcynicism]

[Is kind of sort of dead to the world atm. Also, covered in a lot of assorted foliage and mud and burrs. Oh, and blood on a good chunk of his front ruff, which can easily be seen from the way he's lying on his side, chest heaving violently in his sleep and releasing a cross between a growl and a whine.]

[lipstickittoyou]

Ah...*crouches down and tries to carefully lift him up*

[bitingcynicism]

[Jerks in his sleep and kicks a bit, forcing his eyes to open, as a ferocious snarl pours from his throat.]

Don't touch me!

[lipstickittoyou]

You're hurt. We are going to get you inside and patched up.

[bitingcynicism]

[Ears go down immediately as her face and voice register at the same time.]

... Ebi... why are you here... ?

[Tries to lift himself enough to look around him, ears flattening more.]

[lipstickittoyou]

You're in front of my cabin, Zero. Who did you think I was? Who attacked you?

[bitingcynicism]

I didn't... How long -- Never mind. It wasn't an attack.

[Finding his footing and turning away.]

[lipstickittoyou]

Come inside. At least let me clean you up a bit before you run off.

[bitingcynicism]

I'm not going to run off.

[lipstickittoyou]

Then come inside, please.

[bitingcynicism]

[Doing that slowly, tail hanging very low.]

I'm sorry for earlier. I don't remember coming here.

If I leave, camp will just find a way to put me where it wants me.

[lipstickittoyou]

You don't need to apologize for anything.

[bitingcynicism]

Yes, I do.

[lipstickittoyou]

What for?

[bitingcynicism]

For this.

[lipstickittoyou]

This is nothing that requires an apology, so please stop. If you really want to make me feel better though, you can get inside already and let me patch you up.