Sheepeater Cliff The dark of summer

I love-hate it when I create a character and they turn into something completely different than I planned....

He could feel her uncertainty--a tension within her as he stood alongside her on the small ledge, extending his muzzle to sniff at her wounds and assess the damage done. Teklar remaind overwhelmingly calm, his tail waving slowly to express his friendship in a subtle gesture. He meant her no harm, seeing as she clearly had that under control.

Ears cupped forward as she spoke, reminding him of his previous statement and he grinned in response. "A quack?" He half-exclaimed, faking insult with a chuckle. "And as for medic... My father was in the trade, so I picked up a few tips here and there. Perhaps I should have taken it more seriously." Amber eyes glittered with laughter. "I guess I never realized I'd be meeting girls who liked to bash themselves against rock walls." His tail waved as he glanced to the spot where she had made contact. "I think you left a dent."

Looking back to her, Teklar took on a more serious presentation. "Now... let us continue scouting, that is, if you still feel up to the task?" He looked ahead then--leaving one ear cocked in her direction--to gauge the pathway ahead.