you want me to walk her like she's your dog?

Once she is slung over his back, he can hear her quiet pants of exhaustion. The words leaving her lips were barely heard over the crunch of his paws on the snow, but one of his ears still turned backward to listen. Ignoring the comment for now with a mere roll of his eyes, he slowly and carefully takes her back through the warren and into the infirmary. Without having to wait for her tediously pained steps, the journey back went far quicker.

Making his way to her cot, he slips her onto it from his shoulders as gently as he can. Once she is laid upon it, he leans his muzzle down closer to her ear. "Vespur, I ain' gonna be that easy to sleep with. Jus' cause ya wanna know what a real man can do for ya doesn' mean everythin' ya say's gotta be sexual," his deep western accent with its gristly rumble might not be attractive to some, but the way his voice carries out in a breathy whisper would either entice her or scare her. "'Sides, I like ta take my time," Wilder smirks, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he pulls away from her to fully stand.

"Do ya need anythin' for the pain? 'M sure Sir Oleander's got somethin' o'er here that'll help," he turns from Vesper to wander over to the medicine stores. Of course, he has no idea what he's looking for, but putting space between them was necessary for his words to fully sink in and have an effect.

WILDER