Spinning out of control

She winced at the sound his fur made. She knew how to make a simple fire, and always carried the basic starter parts with her, but in this tiny enclosed space she was more likely to suffocate them. Besides, she wouldn’t be able to get any sort of fuel once the meager bits she had ran out. Anything they fetched from outside would be too wet to be any good to them. They had no choice but huddle here, drenched.

“Looking for bruising, keeping my mind busy.” the second half was perhaps the real answer, and he was likely to figure that out. She frowned because he had pulled away a little to ask his question, but then realised just how close his face was to hers. She blinked, looking at him, feeling his breath stir her damp coat. Oh, my. He was very, very close to her right now, and was looking at the healer with some sort of intensity that made her fur prickle from more than just the cold.

The sound of the rain continued outside, and she expected it would keep up for at least half the night. The two wolves were effectively trapped in here. At least the overgrowth around the entrance kept out most of the wind. Still, it was bitterly cold in her damp coat, and there was little she could do about it.