Though he seemed to know exactly how to piss her off, her love for him outweighed almost anything other emotion he could make her feel -- even if she wasn't the best at expressing her affections to him. Her lip curled into a sneer that seemed like it might never fade, eyes flashing almost dangerously as they made their way to the stream. They could argue and they could fight about it, but she was grateful that he seemed to calm slightly, his words lacking their previous ferocity. "We better not," she warned sharply, though her own tone had softened a bit, though there was an annoyance that likely would not fade for some time.
His explanation did little to ease her worries. "Just tell me she wasn't ugly," she commented dryly as she watched him slip into the lake to cleanse the wounds that this woman had likely inflicted upon him. "I expect nothing but the best from you, brother," she exhaled, half-snorting at her own commentary. There was still a tugging envy in her chest, though she couldn't quite place the uncomfortable feeling.
As he bathed, she let herself recline briefly, head resting on her forepaws. Only when he left the depths of the water would she shift herself upward again, moving her head to nudge him downward, though he had moved quite willingly to a lying position upon the ground. Though she knew little about healing, she knew an injury when she saw one and gingerly she would nudge the fur beneath his throat to inspect it. "She got you good," she commented, a bit of laughter rising in her throat. "You're lucky she didn't rip your throat out." Tenderly she would move to clean his wounds, only slightly more rough than necessary, knowing he had gladly taken the teeth of a strange girl to his throat... he could put up with a fierce cleaning too, for his own good.
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