.:Jericho:.
"Here, can you take these to Morning, please?" He made sure he didn't bark orders, he kept calm. And polite. "Just set them on her wounds, the moisture in them will seep into them. I'll take care of Dark." He pushed half of the moss pile towards Arietta, before taking the other half and trotting over to Dark. His tail was suddenly up, not as high as an alpha's would be, but he was the Lead Fighter. The amber fire in his eyes weren't impressed. They were hard. "What do you think you were doing? Attacking your sister? She's the Alpha! You're a fighter. My fighter." Jericho gave a deep growl, but he didn't attack Dark. He just set some moss on his wounds