Twisting and turning

Solas was patient as the woman worked on him, he was slightly impressed with how easily she treated him. How delicately she did it as well. Yet he still would narrow his eyes at her. The wound indefinitely felt better, but his bitter nature would over-come him in most things. All he cared about was Adalgisa. As Arian introduced herself, his ears made a mild flick. The stoic man would scoff but not audible enough for the russet to hear. As he pulled himself closer to his sister regardless if he was on his side or not. Making sure not to brush the leaves sticking to his wound off.
If his sister wanted to answer he would go along with it. Truthfully Solas had nearly no sense of independence on his own. Decisions were always made for her, and if she wasn't around Solas wasn't entirely the smartest of wolves since he didn't know what to do with himself most moments. Though he rarely left her side, if she left his, he usually went off exploring or to gather food for them while she was resting. The boy's tail flicked as he closed his eyes, opening them again to focus on the russet.