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Dark hair fell about his face as he worked, head bent, arms moving with controlled and well-practiced motions. Even as he bandaged her wounds, he took into account which ones would need stitches. There were not as many as he expected—she had gotten into a nasty fight, but his hands checked for broken bones as he went and found none. He could move her back to his room in order to clean her properly, which would make this easier.
Carrying her was easy. Despite his small stature, Enkiel was surprisingly strong. A female coyote, even one with the dead weight of a semi-conscious body, hardly chalked up to much at all. She was underweight. Enkiel kept his grimace hidden as he made his way back towards the Mansion, hardly thrilled to have his pelt once again covered in someone else’s blood. Hell, he couldn’t recall the last time he had been in a fight…
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Several hours later, the jackal concluded his task. He had washed her (and himself) clean with hot water, stitched up the wounds that he needed to, and bandaged her up with poultice applied. It would help with the healing process, though he would need to make sure that none of the wounds festered and healed properly. With a sigh, the dark-haired man began to boil a new pot of water. After another victim, he certainly needed some tea.
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