Silver and Red

indent Roia's body relaxed a little as the male boded her to rise. Silver eyes examined her greeter wearily as he spoke. The male was smaller in both body and stature, although he seemed tall for his species. His pelt reminded her of snow dusted earth and his striking eyes of thick ice. The drappa subconsciously looked back at her legs as the dragga inquired of her burns. "I was cornered by two males during a wildfire. These are minor compared to how those two look." Roia growled. Her muzzle lightened with pleasure of the memory, in a bittersweet way. Feeling a twinge of unpleasantness, the she-wolf shifted her weight. "I do not have the skills to treat them myself. Though the burns have almost healed, they still pain me." She added.