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Klypso lay still, smiling, as she tended to his face, swiping away the droplets and streaks of blood left by his ear. How long before it stopped? Maybe the snow had not been enough to do more than soothe the ache from the tear. She hesitated only once, realizing one careless lick had been too close and had caused the male to wince, and after a moment she finished what she had started with a few more cautious, cleaning licks. At least he looked a little better, less bloody at any rate.

Finished, the white wolf curled up again at the golden-eyed male's side, her own dark tail curling close. He thanked her for her advise, advise she thought he ought to have known already, and gave her a little nudge. Yin said nothing, only thought quietly how strange it was to have company again, to have someone that she needed to care for. Wondered more strangely how she had managed to end up in that sort of situation again in the first place.

He rose, placed himself before the entrance to their new den, and allowed the icy wind to come inside and glide past his injured ear. She was not sure it would provide much more help beyond what the ice had been able to do, but at least he was making an effort. "When the birds are gone, you should put your ear in the snow again," she suggested. It all depended on how long the birds planned to stick around. It did not sound like they lingered any longer - maybe their audience leaving bored them into finding another target for torment - but maybe waiting a while longer just to be sure was not such a bad idea.