Swiftcurrent Creek restless

When no objection came from Fox, Tuwawi eased closer to check on the oozing wounds plastered upon her leader's side. She had done a decent job to clean them herself, although it had clearly been an effort to reach around completely to attend to the ones that sat the farthest. Beneath the tattered fur would be quite a bit of bruising as well, and the Sveijarn couldn't imagine that it was comfortable to move at all. She worked efficiently as she could, trying to cause little pain for Fox, although it was a given that a white, hot stinging sensation would accompany her motions.

First, her tongue slowly rolled over the open gashes to clean them of debris, fur, and fluids. Next, she nibbled away the necrotic tissues that sloughed off unwillingly. It would interfere with the scabbing process. She paused only when Fox couldn't sit still, an apologetic look cast to her tawny alpha before resuming her task. Though she lacked the roots, salves, or ointments of more experienced healers and shamans, Swiftcurrent's Zeta was willing to fill the role since it required attention.

As she finished, Tuwawi laid down across from Fox, perched on her elbows with her sooty legs folded to one side. She licked her chops, mostly to rid her mouth of the foul taste of old wolf blood, before grooming her paws casually. "I mean, how did it start? Did he attack you?" she asked, curious as to why their clash with the feline began in the first place. If he had dared to trifle with the likes of Swiftcurrent, then he deserved his fate.

This was the first time, since her initiation, that Tuwawi had been alone with Fox, although the alpha did not seem to dwell on their rocky encounter. Once done with cleaning her feet, the red caped stretched out her neck, black nostrils sniffing to inspect the smaller cuts around Fox's face.