Silver and Red

she lowered herself, and save for the brief prickle of her pretty guard hairs, she was submissive, contrite even. "rise," lasher invited gently, buoyed by her immediate show of respect at the borders. when the woman had presumably heeded, he glanced once into her face, then to the burn-marks that licked about her hocks. "those seem in need of tending," lasher murmured. "how did you come by them?"

even if she did not wish to seek solace in the woodland, he knew that blue willow might treat her, perhaps with aloe, and he would will it, for he did not like to see creatures in pain.