Lets Play Doctor

The procedure had been a hellish experience, but seeing Cináed eventually beginning to calm down again and remain conscious did her heart a lot of good. He hadn't gone into shock or passed out from blood loss, which meant he would now likely be out of the woods, so to speak. He would still have a long recovery process ahead of him, but at least now the road should be smoothing out. Trying to get the attention of the dazed, high wolf was another challenge in of itself, but after some insistence, Tira managed to get Ciná to focus on her. Or at least she thought she had, until he responded to all of her questions by turning a little grin at her with glassy, distant eyes. Then he... said she was pretty? The sudden and jarring shift in their conversation short circuited the wolf-dog's brain and for a second she could only dumbly stare at her patient, looking at the giant red wolf like he'd spoken to her in a foreign language. Then a massive paw came out to scoop her up around her sides with an even bigger grin on his face and Tira snapped back to reality.

"Whoooa! Hey, easy there, big guy!" Satira cried out as she was swept off her paws and pulled down to the ground with minimal effort on her captor's part. The next thing she knew, the little wolf-dog was being wrapped up in a clumsy yet firm embrace, Ciná hugging her tiny body tight to his chest. Wide eyes glanced about as if in a stupor, trying to figure out what the hell had just happened while the doped up brute nuzzled at one of her ears, jostling the floppy appendage with his snout. "Um... thank you, I guess?" Satira didn't know whether she was thanking him for calling her pretty or for complimenting her healing skills, or actually why was she thanking him at all in the first place?! He was the one who'd gotten hurt and was now treating her like a pup would some cuddly stuffed toy at bedtime! With her dainty paws squished up against his chest and trapped between their bodies, she was fully helpless to do anything but squirm in his grasp, and even that didn't do much against the solid wall of muscle that was Cináed. So Tira was forced to surrender until her dopey captor decided to either let her go or loosened his grip just enough for her to wiggle out.

With their bodies literally pressed together and Tira's small snout pushed into Ciná's chest, the hybrid girl was forced to be surrounded by his warmth and scent. She didn't know if she liked this or not, but she also couldn't tell if she didn't like it either. Each breath drew in more of his scent—warm and intoxicating, and distinctly masculine. It brought the girl back to the night they'd shared together in a drunken stupor back at the Hallows wedding. Heat pooled beneath her cheeks and her floppy ears gave a twitch, her heart picking up in rhythm in her chest. "I wasn't just gonna let you die, Ciná..." she murmured when he thanked her for helping him, trying to act blasé and brush it off as nothing. But the warmth in her face didn't go away no matter how cool she acted. A moment passed, and then Tira shyly added, "...You're welcome." Another moment passed before Tira tried to wriggle her way out of the dire wolf's grasp again, still concerned about his physical state. "Ciná, can you... let me go please? I need to get some red meat in you so you don't faint." At this point, anything would do. A rabbit, a squirrel, anything to help replenish his lost blood.

"Satira"