Worn Out Faces

The nudge on the shoulder did not go unnoticed, the bear closing her eyes and taking a deep breath. It had been so long since she felt the touch of another in a way that wasn't hostile, it was strange, but at the same time it was comforting. A missed feeling. The young wolf promised he wouldn't hurt her, to which a faint chuckle escaped the woman's jaws. It was a little obvious at this point, had he wanted to cause harm then he would have, or slipped something poisonous into the cleaning process of her wounds, but he didn't.

He moved away, and Zanire would open her eyes. With some cleaning done she could feel some discomfort with the injuries, the newer ones having a small sting to them as the cool wind ran over. It was tolerable though, not enough for her face to scrunch up. She was growing thirsty and tired though, despite waking up from sleep not long ago. Reaching down as the wolf moved away, she would grab a quick drink.

Just a few minutes he was back and making a paste out of flowers then applying to her wounds, but now she would watch him work, both from the reflection in the water and from over her shoulder. "Wolf. Thank you." She would say, her tone calm, any signs of irritation gone thanks to laying there and getting some help. She looked away and took another deep breath, stretching out her pawless leg.