He was annoyed with her, maybe more than he'd been their entire life. It was only because he was worried about her though, a tiger was deadly what was he supposed to do if she'd been killed? He would have never known what happened to her. He was frustrated because he was worried. That emotion easily transferred into the rough grooming and he'd earn himself a growl and a disgruntled patient. He'd scowl as she leapt away but he wouldn't start growling again. She'd apologize, making sure he knew that she'd survived a tiger attack. He'd sigh, calming now he was more aware of the scent she carried. He hadn't noticed yet, she musn't have been in the den since starting. Now as she flicked her tail proudly behind her he'd get a little distracted by it. He was two years old as well now, and the scent of her tried to overwhelm him.
She turned back around though, realizing he guessed that she really needed to get cleaned up. She'd offer him an affectionate nudge and a kiss before turning around again. He was close to getting his signals mixed up. The desire to mount her was incredible and he almost did before her heat scent was interrupted by the pungent scent of infection. He'd sigh again as he pressed against her side and went back to her wound. His tongue was much more gentle as he ran it across her wounds He was going to have to reopen and close them again. "You're lucky I love you so much." He'd mumble as he worked. "We'll have to make our way back to the den so I can get some herbs onto this." He'd obviously calmed pretty much completely. He'd been upset with her, but she wasn't dead and that was something. Still, she needed to come to him quicker than what she had.
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