Lilly of the valley

Well, the wolf she encountered didn't seem to pleased to see her. In fact, he looked shocked. Why was that? It took her a moment to realize why. "Oh," she muttered, a half-growl to herself. Her head ducked down to press lightly at her paw, before lifting back up as the stranger approached. She licked the paw that was just touched - you couldn't really tell with her fur - and licked; yep she was still bleeding. Whoops. She stood still as he leaned in to examine, only growling a response. "Pardon the growl, it's the only way I can talk without much pain. You can if you'd like. I'm okay, though." She could already tell, though, that this boy was a healer: and as such, he wasn't about to let a wound go untreated.

"Speech"