Lips Of An Angel
07-09-2013, 06:43 PM
This was a grumpy one. He growled and hissed at every little touch and avoided her gaze whenever he could. But he didn't move. He didn't leave or try to push her away. He knew he was hurt and needed help, and by some turn of luck, Orica was there there and willing to do so. She'd seen to that gaping wound with as much diligence as was worldly possible for girl her age, and now... the one syllable was all she got. And immediately Orica's eyes, before so worried and intent, blanked. Her lids dropped halfway down and one white dotted brow raised upwards. "Liar," she muttered dismissively. "It's okay, you know. You don't have to act tough in front of a healer." she sighed gently, any trace of severity leaving her eyes. "We're both wolves after all," she said, and said in the same way one might have said 'we're both family', for, to her, who'd grown up with so many aunts and cousins and siblings, most other wolves were her family, or her pack. The idea had become stuck in her head that most wolves were somehow like family. There were villains out in there in the wide world, she knew that from the stories that her Aunt Crusade told her, and, sadly, from the experience that happened with the evil rogue and her cousins. But those were the exceptions, but most wolves out there weren't looking to hurt her. At least, that was what she believed. And it was a part of the confidence that was in her step; the easiness with which she conversed with this wolf she knew nothing about. She'd seen the injury on his back, and hitching her paws, stepped lightly over the fallen male and curled herself around before the wounded area. She sat down, her tail laying beside the other wolf's head as she faced the area that had been ripped up by the broken off bits of bark. He'd started to work on them himself, but was obvious that there were some impossible for him to reach. Ocena clenched her teeth thoughtfully. "Sorry," she muttered. "This might hurt, they're in pretty deep." She put the pink pads of her right paw against his form, partly to angle herself, partly to steady the male. Then, with a quiet snort of determination, she plunged her muzzle downwards, cupped her fangs round the first shard and yanked. No doubt it wasn't going to be pleasant, but she had to it - Once, and then Twice more before the worst was gone. |