A familiar looking werewolf popped up from the bushes. He had seen enough, and walked over the Sol. Sol's unconscious face was soon being assaulted by Mutt's broad tounge. This was simply what Mutt does for his friends. His licks helped ease many of the lighter burns that likely occured through the fight, whilst his cool saliva acted to rejuvinate the body and mind. As simple of a method as it was, this was likely the next best thing to havig a full ambulance crew come in.

After a few licks, Mutt shoved his snout under Sol, holstered them over his head, and onto his back, then walked back towards his forested home. Mutt searched for a pile of maple leaves, then carefully rolled Sol off his back into the pile, before curling up next to them, and waiting, fully awake and alert, for his friend to return. He wanted to make sure that no cowards attacked Sol whilst he recovered. "Dont worry friend. I got your back" Mutt muttered to himself occasionally.