Shadewood there is a bear in the wound

Riley came quickly. Masquerade pressed against him with a low whine, minding the wound on her right thigh as she pressed her left side against him. She slipped her head into its notch beneath his, listening to his heartbeat as she waited for hers to slow.

I’m okay, she said, her voice breathy and pitched higher than usual, I think.

She carefully pulled out of their embrace. First her eyes settled on his face, then they skirted to her own thigh. There were at least four deep punctures, blood smearing her entire leg. The flow had decreased with her heart rate, though Masque could see that she was still actively bleeding.

Can you help me clean this? she asked a little faintly, gaze returning to Riley’s face. Can you actually clean it while I explain? she amended, slowly sinking to the ground, weight shifted onto her left hip.