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JORMUNGAND

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Hey, look, now it's Aine, who came to join the party! Such joy, Jormungand almost wept with relief. Yeah, no. He observed through dull optics how the deer-fox hurried over, dumping her bag on the ground. Then she offered him some seeds, which he lapped up from her hoof, careful not to slurp up the dust should there be any stuck in between her hooves. He didn't really pay attention to what she was doing and instead was sniffing her pelt, trying to figure out how the fuck a deer-fox was born. Then, without his consent she poured something onto said hoof and smeared it all over his wound, the claws still in it. "You BITCH!" The curse was spat as all the fur on his body stood up. He leapt up with a snarl, somehow finding the energy, turning to face her, muzzle bared and talons unsheathing, light reflecting off of it. "Maybe remove the claws from the wound before pouring some shit onto it?" Did she not go through any medical training, ever? Don't you need to remove the stuff from the wound before trying to heal it?

#psychosocial.