Be my Honey

He was surprised and a little alarmed by how sleepy she was. He kept an eye out for injuries as he washed the worst of the blood from her coat. It was almost impossible to tell if any of it was hers until he got it out. He wasn't sure he believed her when she said she wasn't injured. She had ridden a bear, after all. 


"Yeah, whatever. You saved me. Just don't wanna owe you" he muttered in response to her thanks. Feeling his white cheeks flame. He knew exactly what his mother would have thought of his actions. Weakness bred weakness. If you couldn't recover on your own, you didn't deserve your place in the pack. Yet here he was, washing the blood from the fur of the granddaughter to the Demon that had stolen him. Make it make sense… 

He ignored his thoughts, and splashed a little more water into her coat, massaging out the deep red stains.