the strong and silent type
06-15-2021, 10:59 AM
She was done cleaning the wound pretty fast, he was impressed as dual toned silver and sapphire eyes watched her work. Gwyn hadn’t said much to him, but she was also busy working too. Not that he could answer her anyway. He tensed when she hit the real tender spots, but didn’t make a sound otherwise. His expression didn’t hide the pain either, but even if he could have made a pained whine he didn’t. Vocalizations weren’t usually his first go to when signaling pain. He did take in a sharp inhale of breath as she began to fill the punctures with her salve. Ysmire only barely kept from shying away from her touch, he knew it was needed.
He returned his steel and sky eyes to her own brilliant gaze as she hold her paws to his shoulder. Despite how much it stung he was comforted by her gentle touch and careful care. There weren’t many wolves that touched him, so having her extended contact was almost uncomfortable in its newness, but in a good way. He wouldn’t have been able to explain it if he could speak anyway. Her marbled gaze met his, and she seemed as curious about him as he felt about her. He had sisters, but they weren’t like this warm little healer.
His soft expression changed as she asked him for his name in return. He broke her gaze and furrowed his brow, frowning. You’d think in his year of life he would have a reliable way to tell strangers his name. Dark ears fell to his skull and his head lowered and he returned his gaze to her with a look of guilt. Like he was sorry he couldn’t answer her question. If that silly fox was around she could have spoken for him, but with the warmth she wasn’t near as active as during the winter. Barenziah was only barely more understandable than he was.
She was close enough though, he would do his best to attempt a whisper. Slowly so he didn’t make her nervous with how close he put his jaws to her ear Ysmir tried to speak for the first time in a long time. ”Ysmir Finnvi.” The words were strained and he wondered as he pulled back if she could even make sense of them. His voice was naturally hoarse and so quiet even being next to her ear it was hardly enough to be called a whisper.
He returned his steel and sky eyes to her own brilliant gaze as she hold her paws to his shoulder. Despite how much it stung he was comforted by her gentle touch and careful care. There weren’t many wolves that touched him, so having her extended contact was almost uncomfortable in its newness, but in a good way. He wouldn’t have been able to explain it if he could speak anyway. Her marbled gaze met his, and she seemed as curious about him as he felt about her. He had sisters, but they weren’t like this warm little healer.
His soft expression changed as she asked him for his name in return. He broke her gaze and furrowed his brow, frowning. You’d think in his year of life he would have a reliable way to tell strangers his name. Dark ears fell to his skull and his head lowered and he returned his gaze to her with a look of guilt. Like he was sorry he couldn’t answer her question. If that silly fox was around she could have spoken for him, but with the warmth she wasn’t near as active as during the winter. Barenziah was only barely more understandable than he was.
She was close enough though, he would do his best to attempt a whisper. Slowly so he didn’t make her nervous with how close he put his jaws to her ear Ysmir tried to speak for the first time in a long time. ”Ysmir Finnvi.” The words were strained and he wondered as he pulled back if she could even make sense of them. His voice was naturally hoarse and so quiet even being next to her ear it was hardly enough to be called a whisper.
