She watched the obsidian brute with caution, still not entirely trusting of him seeing as he just ran into her mid walk as well as caused many a problem for both of them in such a span of time. Though, his words did ring true in her ears and she heard the kindness that was behind them. Calming herself she stopped struggling against the root, her tail folding down beneath her legs tightly as the brute neared the problem. As he walked by her her nostrils filled with an air of blood and pain and her brows curled in a bit of concern for him.
"Oui, but you are bleeding a lot." Stating the obvious, the dove watched him still, glancing away for a moment from his injury only to see what he was doing to the root. Watching his problem solve the fae felt strangely exposed. She had been brought up with such elegant fortune in her family of white doves. And now at this moment I'm time she felt very uncomfortable not able to make a proper introduction of herself to this wolf. Not only that but she felt very un-ladylike in the least, unkept snowy pelt damp and dark with scattered sticks and dirt within it. Her auds laid back in embarrassment, and she couldn't help but cease talking for a while until the brute worked.
Pulling her paw upwards gently as her hock shook against it, the fae free'd herself calmly and stepped forth away from the brute and the wicked twisting tree that had entrapped her. Lowering her dial she turned towards the brute, seating herself politely before removing a stick from her ivory fleece. "Merci, monsieur. I'm not sure where i'd be right now without running into you." The fae quietly spoke out, pushing her french through the english words.
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