Swiftcurrent Creek you call out

LOL and awkward Haunt is especially awkward now :B THANKS A LOT, REM

"...this one spot I can't reach." Haunter went slightly rigid as the injured Fox hobbled nearer, the fur along his spine raising as his uncertainty mounted to an all-new high. He watched, dumbfounded and too stupid to close the distance for her, as she was clearly in no real condition to be moving around. She lingered now, with the fiery blush of her shoulder grazing neatly against his lean, dark chest as she presented him with her wounded shoulder-blade, clearly a spot her own tongue could not attend to.

He did not balk at the sight of the wound—a smear of ugly black and glistening red against her otherwise pleasant, auburn frame—but he hesitated to touch her, his singular ear pulling back as he suddenly regretted asking about her wounds. Slowly he lowered his elongated snout, salmon-hued tongue escaping the trap of his teeth and touching her marred flesh quick and rough, lacking the gentle touch of a lover or healer as he'd known neither type of touch before himself.

Realizing that he hadn't started off well, he grunted and repositioned himself in a sit, which forced a lot of his muscles to relax considerably. He tried again, slower and gentler this time, skimming the tender edges of her wound rather than acting as if he were trying to lap up her scabbing skin.