Dance upon my reveree

She would continue her persistent grooming as the man would awake. Eyes fluttering open he would manage a smile, and Twig knew at that moment he would come to no more harm because of the chill. A moan of protest would leave his lips as he pushed himself up to a sitting position, Twig hoped he would not over do it. A ridiculously goofy grin would find its way to his features as he would start to speak of what he knew. He would not remember much it seemed as he would curiously ask how it was he arrived there. He did know, it seemed, that he ha been ill. "Yes you silly wolf! What would you expect standing in frigid waters with an injury like that?" She would scold him, but it was only because she cared so much. She would never be able to bear it should something have happened to her alabaster companion. She would push her head into the side of his neck in an affectionate nuzzle, "You aren't allowed to do that to me."?