"I know." Zichen uses a soft cloth to work the dirt and grime from the baby's fur. He does the same for the wounded leg, trying to be quick about it. The water and soap will sting, but not for long. He blows on the little wounds to cool any burning.

"A-Yang..." he looks up when his husband returns, nodding, "They will."

Using a towel, he lifts the baby from the water and settles him in Xue Yang's arms.

"I will wrap his leg. It could be sprained and the cuts need to be cleaned daily. I...know of animals that chewed their limbs off to be free of traps." his expression falls, miserable at his knowledge, "You came in time."