Lucky Catch

Walk | Talk | Think

The quiet rumble from the wolf below her was nothing like the gruff, disquieted noises that she had been anticipating, indicating to her that what she was doing was indeed having a positive effect. Progress already, she wondered with mild surprise. It was good, though she was leery of him getting too comfortable as he stretched his neck out to rest fully upon the ground while she continued to lay half on his side, pinching the torn flesh together while the wound slowly covered itself up. Though the blood flow was lessening, sleep was still the enemy. He needed to remain conscious as long as he could, to give her direction if nothing else. With her limited knowledge regarding injuries such as this, she would be no use to him if he should fall unconscious.

Thankfully he was willing to converse, and Tahlia was glad of it. At least in this way his mind was engaged enough to keep sleepy thoughts away. And, as before, they turned to thanks. She rather liked his repeated gratitude despite it being unnecessary, though as was expected she said nothing on it, choosing to feign modesty instead. When he reached upward toward her, the smiling expression about her face became momentarily serious - if he wasn't careful he could undo all the work he had instructed her to do while pinching and holding his wound together - but it was only to bring his nose to hers. She felt the cool, gentle contact as she watched his eyes close, unsuspecting of his gentleness, and smiled perhaps a little more brightly as he drew away again. Brave. Hm. Maybe she had been brave in acting as she had. A lesser individual could easily have left him to die, she supposed, or taken too long to act. The scenarios he brought to mind were none too pleasant, and the russet and black she-wolf was happy to have played the savior.

Dark golden eyes fell back to the wound carefully held together by her paws, watching and noticing that with each passing moment that the blood was continuing to harden and build the barrier that would keep the wound together and prevent further bleeding. As her gaze shifted to take in the state of her paws, she realized belatedly that she would also need another dip in the lake afterward to clean up. It wouldn't do at all to walk around in this state, and she wondered briefly what could be done about Bane himself. He was a bloody mess, covered all along his side and shoulder with the sticky substance. The smell of it was rather strong. But would the wound hold up to a stroll into the lake? Could the wolf even handle that at this point? And then another thought hit her, one that had not bothered to rear its head until now, when she had a moment to consider the circumstances: how would Bane find a new place to rest and recoup with his side as bad as it was?

Her ears perked as he addressed her, golden eyes moving upward to meet his and lose their distance as she focused upon him. Bulges? Cysts? Brow furrowing gently, she lowered her gaze to Bane's side and peered just beneath her paws before craning her neck and head to either side, attempting to look for any bulging, slight or otherwise. "Not that I can see," she answered though with less certainty than might have been helpful. She was no medic and so she honestly held doubts about her own observations, and though she wasn't entirely sure what a bulge of any sort might have meant after what the darkly colored wolf had been through any sense of false security seemed mean. "Is there anything more I can do?" she asked. The list at the moment was likely nonexistent since she was being kept in place by holding his wound, but it felt right to ask regardless.