Blacktail Deer Plateau Fallen from grace

Harlyn stood still upon the ground, eyeing her alpha almost feverishly while she waited for him to respond to her presence.  When finally it came, her trepidation melted away and she crept close to her, her muzzle immediately setting to work sniffing and gently nosing the wounds upon his exhausted body.


"Dante," she said softly, concern apparent in her tone.  She wasn't sure what to say or to ask, though she had no doubt what it was she wanted to do.  She bit back those words however, instead putting herself to work cleaning his wounds as gently as she could with her rough tongue.  "What do you need, my friend?  Who can I call for you?" she asked after a moment.  She had no doubt that she was not the one that the alpha would have asked to see would he have had a choice, but she was the one he had for the moment.