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"I'm not scared... and my wolf's bigger." He huffed- simply to be the stubborn little kid that he was when he was in one of his moods. Not that he didn't appreciate anything that the stranger was doing for him... it had been a horribly long day for him. Now that he was in a warm house he was realizing how cold his damp clothes really were. He had thoughts about just removing all his clothes and tossing them somewhere to dry but his mother had taught him that it was wrong to be undressed in front of someone else... especially someone they didn't know. His mittens at least came off- damp and soggy rabbit fur- it didn't smell at all pleasent but it had been something at least. Those he set in his lap neatly, his hands came around to wrap around himself, rubbing at his arms in a vain attempt to dry his clothes, "C-can I help? The wolfs liked it when I touched them."

"Those wolves probably weren't hurt." Bran says firmly, as he secures a bandage, and gives Littlebit a gentle, reasuring pet, then stands back up and goes over to close the door, which makes Lexi look up and twitch, although she's more conserned with Keara at the moment.

"Is that what happened? Oh thank the stars, I was afraid he'd hurt you..." She nuzzles the pup gently. "You'll be a wonderful hunter someday, but you need to know the terrain..."

Bran pauses to take an heavy shirt and a wool sweater out of a drawer, and a pair of pants, all of which are probably strange in feel, and large in size, to Hinto, to whom he hands them. "Take off your wet clothes and put those on. I'm sure I don't have to tell you the cold can kill you." He says. The boy is blind, and he's unafraid to strip off his own half soaked bloodstained shirt. The scars that trace white patters over his shoulders and torso are invisble to the young boy. Hidden without being hidden, though even knowing the boy is blind, and that wolves aren't conserned with a human appearance, he feels self consious of them as he kneels back down to examine Gaara's wounds and check for the need to do stitchwork, splint, or bandages. Better to put on new clothes after the work is done, rather than stain another shirt. "I'll put your things by the fire to dry in a minute, just get warm. Alright?"
The boy hasn't even asked his name, so perhaps he really does have someplace he's planning to go. An interesting thought, especially wondering how he planned to get there.

Gaara would awaken yet again at the feel of hands against him. He gave a deep snarl, before eyeing Bran...whom he knew wouldn't hurt him. His head hit the ground again, and he sniffed--smelling Feanaro, and a child. He would fidget and jerk to try and get a look at the child, but would always flinch back into place with a whine. "...Lexi?" He questioned, hearing her voice, as well as one of Lera's pups. "Lexi, why're you here?" He questioned, though his words were merely ruffs and growls to Bran.

"And...whose the kid?" He questioned this for Hinto, of course...this must have been one of his old alpha's meal ticket's.

"Ah...Feanaro left Meal Ticket a pet or what?" He snorted, and eyed Bran warily, before rolling onto his back, his legs sprawled up into the air...this was better. His back was straight, and his paws off of his wounds. Much better. "Remind me not to pick fights with older wolves..." He murmured, closing his eyes with a flinch. Damnit, Hige got him badly. "Or fall off cliffs." He added in a sarcastic tone, turning his head to look to Lexi beside him. "I didn't think you'd come in here, you aren't one to trust humans."

"Is that your name? You havn't told me so I have to guess...", his voice muffled a bit as he pulled his head out of the sleeve and tried again- managing to get it in the right hole this time. His arm wriggled back through the sleeve and for a moment he simply stood looking very much like a shrunken person in those clothes- enjoying the feeling of warmth and dry on him again. His tiny hands pushed through the sleeve holes and bunched up the access cloth around his arms. The pants were a bit more of a chore to roll up, "Or Long Legs. You must be as big as Lonebrave! Only on two really long legs..."

He was a kid- anything he observed wasn't meant to be offensive it was just how he took in the world around him. Needless to say it was a bit different from other children. Finally his feet met with floor instead of pants and he allowed himself to scuffle forward slowly towards the sounds of the others. He wasn't afraid of wolves, none that he had meet were tame bt they never hurt him. His hands instinctively reached out to feel around infront and to the side of him.

"Bran, actually." He smirked a bit at this, and would paw at the human's hands lightly. "I lived with him as a pup with my Mum." He added, obviously drunk on the pain. he was being tame and calm, for now. But, when the weird human came closer, a low growl began to come up from deep within his chest. He had gotten used to the human language, and could actually pick out phrases and understand them. And Bran's tones were very easy to read.

"What, is he a pet now?" He chuckled lightly, trying to keep calm, his heart beginning to race with the approaching boy's footsteps. He didn't like it, he wanted to attack...he didn't trust the boy one bit, he had come from Feanaro...

"Bran is a funny name, what's it mean?" She asks, trying to console her mate. "I've got my eyes on it." She adds a moment later. "I think it's blind..." Still she growls softly, her eyes fixed on the cringing boy, although her tone is softer now. More of a prolonged warning that makes Bran move cautiously.

"Bran means Raven. It's from my Mothers lands, across the ocean..." He explains. "A Island. And Chogan means Blackbird. I didn't earn another name than that because I left for my Mother's home when I was about your age...I only came back recently. In my Mothers country names just are." He says in explination. The words help keep him steady while trying to bandage a growling wolf. "Hakan is hurt...he fell down a cliff. So is LIttlebit, but she's resting. She's the pup. The other one doesn't have a name yet...it's another shewolf. She's small...I don't know much about her...but if you back up very slowly I bet they both will relax. I had to stay in a den with them once when we all got caught in a blizzard, you they don't know...so you need to give them time to be comfortable with you here. There's too much blood in the air for them to relax..." He takes a deep breath and chews his lip then reaches for the medical kit, the thread and needle.
"Actually you might want to get further back. Hakan needs stitches...and he bites. Hell...how the hell do I do this..." He looks around, then lays eyes on something else...
"Hinto. By your right hand...on the Table...carefuly...get me the bottle. Please PLEASE don't knock it over. I need Hakan to relax and this is the only thing I can think of. There's an empty dish right next to it, I need that too." The bottle...of all things. Is Whiskey.

"I'm closer...and he's hurt." Bran reasures the boy, reaching back for the bowl and bottle. "He's more likely to end up with a mouthful of me than you...and I think his lady just...doesn't feel that social. She's not...showing any teeth yet." Of course the idea of Hakan getting a new chance to sink teeth into him doesn't reasure BRAN terribly much...but there's not much to do about that, except what he's doing now, as he pours whiskey into the bowl.
"Alright Hakan...since we're having this nice little gettogether...how about we have a drink..." He jokes, nervously, putting the bowl near Hakan's muzzle. Lexi sniffs at it, then snorts in surprise, looking at Bran in disbeleif as he takes a short drink himself, trying to demonstrate visualy to Hakan that it's safe to drink...and to steel his own nerves a bit to put stitches into a wolf that cost him an eye once, and nearly his life. "Everythings going to be just fine..." He says, although he's not sure who needs more convincing. Himself, or Hinto.