here come dat boi
The ebon female didn't seem distressed, save for to soothe his worries. "Easy" she assured him with a laugh. “You did the right thing, and I’m fine” Despite her calmness, he had a hard time believing it. Given the size of her compared to him, he wouldn't have been surprised if he'd torn her head off with misplaced kindness. She was so delicate looking. It reminded him of his baby sisters. He'd struggled to be gentle with them, as they'd grown. There had been scrapes and bruises over the years, and he'd turned into a very cautious man with small things. “If it soothes you, I can tell you what to look for and you can take a look yourself.” Yes. Good. She tilted her head, allowing him full view of her neck. Trusting as all hell, that was for sure. His earlier thought, as intrusive and uncalled for as it had been, returned. He could harm her easily, if he chose. She was brave as hell. “Push back the fur and look for any blood, if its clean, forget it, if there is, just brush it over with this” her paw brushed against a folded over leaf. “And no harm will come from your quick-thinking rescue” she finished. He nodded softly, arching his neck as he invaded her personal space. Tongue would slip from the confines of his maw to slide over his nose a few times, until it felt warm. She had already been soaked to the bone, it would be rude to stuff his cold nose into her fur. Without further ado, he set to snuffling about in the fur he'd just slobbered over. The scent of copper didn't assault his senses as he went along. He caught glimpses of red, her skin roughened by the graze of his teeth. Well, at least he knew he hadn't done too much damage. "Alright, I guess you know best. No blood, but I think you might wake up with a nasty bruise tomorrow." He pulled back his head, brows drawn together sheepishly. "Sorry about that." A soft, apologietic smile turned up the corners of his inky lips. |