Picking Fights
Skills
04-24-2020, 12:19 AM
His gaze flicked up to look at the feline that then appeared, indeed carrying the supplies Odette had mentioned. An amused smirk pulled at his lips as he watched the irritated glare that her companion gave her when she requested a bowl of water, doing his best to hold back the snicker that threatened to escape him until after the cat was out of earshot. He grinned more whole heartedly at her comment on how the feline was moody, chuckling at the thought. ”Certainly seems like it... I kind of like the attitude though, it’s pretty amusing.”
He listened to her explanation while she worked, his silvery gaze drifting to the wound to see her parting and flattening his plush fur with the sticky substance. ”That’s fine, whatever you need to do,” he replied, offering her a warm smile before letting his eyes shift away again. He kept himself still and only showed a slight wince occasionally as she worked around the tender wound. It wasn’t the first injury he had received and certainly wasn’t the worst. A large brute like him that wasn’t the quickest to dodge tended to gather quite a few injuries here and there from hunts and fights so he was used to it by now.