Exiting the hot cooking surface and entering the burning chemical reaction

Endearing. A dangerous word, but exactly what this tiny she wolf was. Rhyme’s weakness. She was tiny, in pain, and she had a spunk that she was trying to hide. Rhyme took a deep breath and steeled himself as she spoke. Icy paws carried him carefully closer after he picked up his comfrey. He nodded slightly in acceptance of her title as she started to relax. He felt his heart beat a little faster in his chest as he kneeled beside her.

He tried to ignore the giggle that danced by his dark ears as he let the comfrey into the grass again and he focused on her injury. He manipulated the ankle gently as she opened up to him. Rhyme couldn’t help himself, despite how strong he wanted to boast himself being. He glanced up at her as she spoke, "It's frustrating actually..."” His work paused, blue and lavender gaze lingered on her porcelain marked features. He couldn’t shake the feeling that this was a glimpse at the real Samara.

She sounded independant, and offered voice to the fact as well. Rhyme tore himself away from her sapphire eyes and returned to the sprained ankle. ”Luckily and unluckily, it is a sprain so this comfrey will come in handy.” He told her as she trailed off. He started getting to work on a topical salve, finding a couple of rocks to crush the fresh plant. ”Do you have somewhere safe to stay while you heal? I could offer a dry den and a start to your stores in Abaven.” Really he spoke before he put thought into the idea, but he was captivated.