--Wolves--

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[Abbacchio flops down on the ground beneath a tree in the far end of the local park and does not move. Idiots should not be allowed to drive trucks if they can't drive them responsibly, but here we are. Idiots driving trucks and Abbacchio suffering for it.

Whatever. His hind leg was probably broken but it was good enough to get him somewhere private. Fuck this.]

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[And then there are idiots on foot who are out at night.

In Bruno's defense, this part of the park is a shortcut on the way home! He sees something flop down under a tree and he just... freezes.

For a few moments he's not really sure what he's looking at before it dawns on him.

Oh. Shit.]

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[Not that Abbacchio notices or cares. He's tired. He has been since that asshole bite him and then he killed his partner. Fuck the world.]

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[Bruno is very careful as he moves, trying to get as good a look as he can in the dark--

... that injury...

... Well. He doesn't have anything on him to treat that now but luckily, his house isn't far from here, he'll just... pick a few things up and come back...]

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[The wolfdog is gone by the time he comes back, though not very far. He just heard someone nearby and wanted to hide. Leave him alone!]

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[Nope, he will not. It's possible Abbacchio will smell Bruno before seeing him, with the medical supplies Bruno's brought with him.

But it doesn't take terribly long to find Abbacchio, at least, and Bruno kneels down to get a better look at the injury.]

Easy now...

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[Abbacchio growls, low and threatening. Back. Off.]

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I just want to tend to your leg, that's all.

[He feels a bit foolish talking to a wolfdog that probably doesn't even understand him, but maybe his tone helps...?]

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[Another growl, and he slowly pulls his leg away from the human as if he understood that.]

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[Which... honestly, Bruno might write off as coincidence. He's not terribly concerned about how much Abbacchio does or doesn't understand him at the moment, after all.]

It won't take long, just... better to get this taken care of before something worse happens.

[Again, he's more focused on his tone rather than the words, but...]

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[Another growl and he continues to try and move away.]

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... Just let me tend to your injury and then I'll leave, okay?

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[This time, the growl seems to be words:]

Take a hint.

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[... Okay, that is, actually, kind of a relief?

... But the words make Bruno's gaze sharpen just a bit.]

Absolutely not. You're injured!

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[Why is he not freaking out at hearing a wolfdog talk?]

I'm fine.

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Obviously not! If you were fine, you'd have no issue getting away from me!

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I'm. Fine.

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[... God, you know what, fuck it, he's tired of arguing.

Sorry, Abbacchio, that leg's being tended to whether you want it or not!]

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[Abbacchio tries to snap threateningly, but Bruno uses antiseptic and he just hisses in pain before flopping over to sulk.]

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[And Bruno works gently and carefully to make sure the leg's well taken care of.]

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[Sulky wolfdog is sulky.]

You don't think you're insane?

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I mean, most sane people wouldn't have come back to begin with.

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Different types of insane. Whatever.

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[Ignoring that as he continues working!]

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[The sulking continues, even as he hisses and growls in pain whenever the human touches something tender.]

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[Every time he does, that's accompanied by an apology.

But eventually, Bruno finishes.]

... There, that should do it for now... I'm sorry I can't do anything more than this.