The man let forth a saddened huff. He had not defeated her. She had given up. He hoisted himself to his paws and stepped beside her, quickly lowering himself down and allowing his fur to press against hers. Aldoro smiled and licked gently at her bloody wound at the lower area of her neck. Then, he paused and lifted his head to face her. "Oh, don't say that, Six. You are going to become a Queen. I know it." The man sighed yet again and continued to lick at her wound a few times before pausing again and blurting out, "Heck, you could of killed me there. You are a strong, young, beautiful wolf, Six. I have faith and you...now you should have faith in yourself..." With that, he nuzzled her neck and continued to clean and tend to her bloody wound.
"Speech"
