Stop beatin' around the bush

His shoulder gave several pops and Bane winced, his attention then going to the female before him and observing her ivory pelted form come into the hotsprings with him. The she-wolf stopped at a midpoint and sat down. The grey Seracian male saw her give a sigh and swivel her ears towards him as he shifted to lick his submerged shoulder with a inhaled breath. The water felt warm as it wrapped around his muzzle, Bane caressing his tongue along the wound with several hard licks to loosen any debris clinging to the surface area.

Dry ears caught her question and he looked back up as he blinked away the liquid invading his eyes. Her name was Alena. That was a very fine name for a fine female. "Yes, I'm afraid so, took a turn to sharp and too quick and impaled myself on a protruding branch from a fallen mimosa. It's been healing nicely though, except that it aches every once and a while." Bane answered. "What about you, any reason your here Alena?" The grey wolf inquired as he involuntarily sniffed in her arousing scent that permeated the air.