Doomed from the Get-Go

As expected, the girl obeyed him. Though there was a moment of reluctance, as she peered up at him with a questioning glance. At that moment he said nothing. He just kept looking down at her with an expression that made it clear this was her only option, unless she tried to leave. Eventually, she took the herbs into her mouth and started to chew them up. Of course, this was something he could have easily done, if he wanted to take full control of the situation. But in all honesty, those plants tasted disgusting. So he made her do the dirty work. His ears twitched upon his skill, flicking in her direction as he listened to the sound of teeth grinding against one another. His gaze moved to her wrist again, studying the droplets that had started coagulating to form a poorly fabricated scab. Saliva started to pool inside of his mouth, as goosebumps rose to the surface of his skin. He really, really wanted a taste.

Do I rub it in? She has taken a step back, and he took one towards her, trying to keep them close. “Yes.” His head lowered, and he tried to bring his muzzle close to the wound, trying to sniff at the pulp she had placed over it. “But you needed to do this first.” His tongue slipped past his fangs, and he tried to remove the coagulated blood that was now mixed with some of the salve. This step wasn’t entirely crucial. But she didn’t need to know that.

”Speech”