I meant when I said I wanna get well

She had become the type of wolf who would dismiss her injuries even if they were life-threatening, she didn't like to be fussed over. Her slightly bruised ribs and hip however were far from life threatening. Her sprained leg, was slightly infuriating, but she would survive. She had made it through worse, like the polar bear, that had left scars on her hip. The thought made her wonder how her half brother was, she would need to make it a point to go visit him. Her attention shifted back to the blue male with the odd eyes before her. He spoke of earth-quakes being common-place where he had come from. He spoke of saving a young girl, and concern dappled her eyes. "Was she okay?" She inquired lightly. A hurt child was business of everyone in the land. The man before her had to be at least slight decent if he didn't leave a child to die.

He would introduce himself as Quelt, a name she would take note of. "A gentlemen, huh? So chivalry isn't totally dead?" She would tease lightly, a smile on her jaws to make sure he knew she was joking. He then complimented her eyes, stunning her slightly. She felt a flush tickle at her checks, embarrassment in her core. She knew she was pretty, but to hear a stranger say it... "Thank you." She murmured softly, taken aback by the words. She could nearly feel her ego swelling as she sat there, unsure of what to say next.