Borial growled and glared to Nathan, â€œNoâ€¦I have had enough of your stubborn antics Brother!â€ the drake stomped his foot down, sharp claws digging into the earth as he stared to the man with dark crimson orbs. He could smell the beginning of infection setting in as he approached Nathan.<br/><br/>â€œMy Brother, pleaseâ€¦Let me attempt to help you,â€ He was tired of being treated as though he knew nothing, but in truth he did know some. In fact he could remember getting hurt many times in the cave and his mother would put moistened moss onto his scrapes and cuts to suck out infection and keep the swelling down.<br/><br/>Turning his head he walked into the wood and began to look for moss without hearing what Nathaniel had to say about it. He could only guess that the man would protest and try and convince the drake further that he was fine, but Borial could smell the wound, and he needed to act fast. The pallor of his skin set the young drake on edge.<br/><br/>His crimson eyes searched more before he spotted a rock in the middle of the river with wet moss on it. Driven by the sense of being alone, he plunged into the cool waters and churned his legs as he began to near the stone. For him it hadnâ€™t taken long as he dug his talons into the stone for a better grip and lightly pulled the moss with his teeth as he then turned chugging back across the river.<br/><br/>It wasnâ€™t but a few minutes that he stood there infront of the sickly pale Nathan. Sitting he nimbly lifted his shirt with a talon and observed the wound, â€œThis is bad Nathanâ€ he growled  as he lightly held the wet moss to the wound. Pressing its cold wet surface to the wound and held it there.