Playing the Victim

He was as still as possible when she tended to the deep wounds on the left side of neck and side, eyes flicking to watch her quietly. His gaze was unblinking, though hazel orbs were hazy with the pain he was clearly experiencing. Only occasionally did Bronze flinch, though the massive brute was much less effected than smaller wolves might be. The pain was great, but certainly bearable. He watched in curiosity as she worked, noting that she seemed to know exactly what she was doing. He was interested in the extent of her knowledge; tending to wounds was likely to be one of the first things a healer was taught, so he wouldn't be terribly surprised if she hadn't been a healer for long, though she certainly knew what she was doing right now.

She didn't answer right away, as she was preoccupied. He was patient, eying her carefully. "I suppose," he said simply, not pressing the matter further. The beast would not imply he wanted her to leave. He was thankful for her care, and his gratitude was obvious, despite his silence.

"They best be nice," he mumbled softly. "Don't let any packs act as though they are doing you a favor. You're an asset to them. Should be treated like one." His words were gruff but sincere, and he looked at her seriously. His gaze was broken as Loccian placed some of the herbs on his neck. He flinched again slightly, his eyes closing and jaws clenching tightly together.