What once was lost
11-10-2015, 08:42 PM
She started to shiver - that was a good thing, right? - and her mouth moved as she tried to speak. Valentine continued to gently lick at her face and her ears, and carefully cleaned the cut on her head. Finally she managed to croak a response in a voice that was almost too soft and broken for him to make out. He understood. "You're going to be just finet," he assured her. Aware that she might have hidden injuries - why hadn't he thought of that at the water's edge? - Valentine was very careful as he licked at the fur on her neck and shoulders in the hopes of ridding it of excess moisture and aiding in the drying process. He tasted nothing but salt, sand and copper, and the gritty seawater was quickly drying his mouth, but he ignored the mild discomfort. In between licks he kept talking to her in the hopes of capturing her attention and keeping her awake. "What's your name, sweetheart?" Concentrating on the tasks at hand, Valentine was largely blind to the appearance of the girl. Usually, if presented with an unnaturally colored wolf, contempt would be at the forefront of his mind, but right now that was the last thing on his mind at the moment. Right now all he saw was a little girl in need of help. "Where are your parents at?" If they were here that would make this a bit easier. |
NOTE: Valentine has a female striped skunk companion named Lefty. Unless stated otherwise assume she's present.