Stay Frosty

Darsha lay there tense being in the same place as another wolf, it made him uneasy mostly because he practically grew up under a rock. He had absolutely no social instinct. The female stood up in his path as he hit the ground and he was beginning to wonder if he was being held prisoner. She told his he shouldn't try to move but what she did next made him freeze. Did she just...touch him? Darsha fought back the urge to get up in fight her even though he knew in his condition he wouldn't get far. He would never admit that her tongue against his wound felt good because honestly pain was second nature. She nudged him to go lay back down and he stared at her blankly as he eye twitched. She told him not to resist and Darsha was seriously considering it. She called him a 'handsome beast' and he wasn't sure if that was a compliment or a sick insult. What the hell did handsome mean? He wondered for a moment as she left to the entrance of the den to look for some kind of plant apparently. Darsha stayed were he was as she did, honestly still unable to believe she touched him. He watched her blankly as blood dripped on the ground, he was pretty sure she wouldn't do anything. He was honestly way to cold to move anyways.