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*Silverback* · 08-24-2013, 04:32 PM

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Silverback narrowed her eyes at the wolf. First he said he was leaving - announcing it as though she might actually notice - and then he was offering to stay. But it was to help. The wolf was offering... to help her - in more ways than just sharing food. What an odd creature she had found herself in the presence of. His benevolent carelessness rather reminded her of her own attitude, but to be honest, she was only truly comfortable unless she was the one in control - or perhaps another whom she trusted greatly. The idea of the large wolf standing over her as she bled as disconcerting. Even if he was decent looking as far as canines went.

As he shut his muzzle, she opened hers. "I'm afraid I can make no such promise to a creature I hardly know." A part of her felt like turning him down completely and sending him on his way.... oh but the pain hurt so much. She winced again, her head pressing into the head, as he side swelled in labored breath.

It was then that the male introduced himself. Dempsey. And he seemed to understand precisely where her words had come from. Or at least part of it. The issue went a bit deeper though; Silverback was a cat. She believed herself beautiful and powerful and in a position to hunt or control all lesser species. To lower herself to be tended to by this cocksure roamer? She wasn't sure she could. Accepting half a kill from him was one thing, but this...? She gulped. It stung so badly... She knew the thorns would hurt coming out, but it would be nothing compared to the prolonged agony that would only get worse the longer they were in.

She looked up at the male with eyes that were half pleading. "Alright," she murmured. "I'll not lay a claw to you -just- Help me. Please." She would have to trust him-or at the very least, give him the benefit of the doubt. So far he had shown himself a generous, if a stand-off-ish sort of wolf. She would control any reflexes or instincts. She would stay still for him. With ears still pinned and muzzle taunt in pain, she rolled over, ever so slightly, to show a bit of pale, silky-furred belly. There were burs all over, but those weren't important. What pained her were the thorns - some almost as long as her whiskers. There were a few embedded along her side, one or two pinned in her hip, and at least a single thorn shot through three of her four paws. The ones on her chest she had managed to get out, but there was one part way down her belly, and another sting of pain signifying a last thorn on the inside of her right haunch.

She wasn't going to enjoy this. She buried her claws in something safe - the earth, but she couldn't resist keeping one eye slitted open to watch the stranger she was trusting.

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