twisted and terrified

He was an affectionate, physical creature and would have no qualms about lending his tongue to cleanse a stranger's face, but he knew few others who shared his level of comfort in such things and would not be offended if the fox refused. To his delight, the smaller canine did not. He settled to his stomach so that he was easier to reach, and settled in as the fox began. Luke knew it would take some time and repeated sessions to restore the pristine white of his coat, and did not ask nor expect that of the fox. If the majority of the blood could be removed, it would help his wound and help him to feel better.

"I'm Luke," he offered. "I really appreciate the help. If you ever need a paw and you see me around, don't hesitate to ask." Weakly, his tail pat the ground in a slow wag.