tear out all your tenderness
10-27-2014, 11:00 PM
It had soothed him to know nothing had happened to his brother. So he would stretch his paws forward and press his belly into the earth again. His gaze was averted as he spoke, but she wasn't looking at him to notice. His words however, did soothe some of her anger. Slowly her gaze would lift to meet his. He would change topics, which she welcomed. He had reopened his wounds. A small smile would touch her lips, though her eyes remained dull and wounded. He would stretch out, giving her complete access to his neck so she could inspect it. She would shake her head slowly, her crown lowering so she better see it in the darkness. It wasn't bad, not as bad as it had been before. Jaws would part, her tongue gently cleaning the reopened places. "You'll be fine. Tomorrow Ill go find some more herbs to put on it. Ill never find it in the dark." Her words were soft, her breath ruffling his fur gently. Satisfied that he was not bleed to death or die of infection she would lower herself beside him, placing herself parallel to him. Normal she would avoid close contact with him, even when he was in a good mood. But she planned to take him up on his earlier offer. Her position would mirror his, her crown lower to paws as she pressed herself lightly against his side. "You seem to have bad luck with northerns." She would mumble, her gaze focused straight ahead. It seemed she was headed down the same path. At least she would have someone to walk with. Metaphorically of course. "ọrọ" |