After The Storm

If he'd paid more attention to her behavior and less to the blood smeared over her front he might have noticed she was quite aware. She hadn't even called for him, but it was possible that she hadn't because she couldn't, though that theory was proven wrong as soon as she spoke, dissipating the rest of his fright. As she shrugged the injury off he'd notice the scent that clung to her, not that he recognized it as anyone other than another male. Now he was a little confused, but figured she'd only gotten through with another spar. He couldn't guess the door his sister had just opened, nor his part in perpetuating it as he tried to clean her chest of the mess.

He'd sigh heavily as he pulled back to look at her for a moment, the worry evident as he caught more than just indifference in her eye. What had she been up to? "I should still clean them." He'd tell her as he leaned back towards her, intent on removing the dried blood from her fur as well as cleaning up the bite wounds.