Silvertip Mountain Drained

Of course. I've been waiting for a moment for him to catch her alone ;) <3

Mason watched her carefully, looking for the signs that she was hurting to try and explain where it was. Was it all concentrated on the shoulder? The grievous wound extended up to her jaw - it pained him to see her beautiful fur parted by such ugly trenches. Mason's ears flickered at her words, and he addressed her with his eyes. He wasn't sure what she knew about him, and his amour, but it was probably going to be obvious enough. After all, he couldn't pretend to hate her, not when she was right here in front of him, so pale and worn. And if he didn't hate her, there could only be one other reason for his dissatisfaction at the mateship.
 
Ignoring her comment, Mason closed the gap between them. The clear exhaustion in her voice suggested she had lost a lot of blood. That was not surprising, given the huge wound. But what other problems were affecting her? He could smell the wound and it appeared clean and fresh. Mason was stood right above her now, and he noticed that his slender frame had finally overtaken her petite one. With her prostrate on the floor beneath him , looking so pitiful, Mason suddenly felt like he was an adult.
 
His slim legs passed his body around her forelegs, and he stood looking down at her scruff, with its patterned agouti fur. Slowly he lowered his nose, hesitantly, until finally he touched its soft surface. With a sharp intake of breath, Mason realised he had never really been this close to her since their day at the hollow. Not whilst alone, without FitzDutiful on the other side of her. Mason shrugged his thoughts aside as best he could, and he gently gripped her ruff. He lifted it so that the skin extended gently (hopefully not disturbing her wound too much). When he reached the apex, he reluctantly dropped the fur from his teeth and watched as it descended slowly to sit against her flesh once more. It took too many seconds. She was dehydrated.

"I'm going to get water, stay here." He murmured into her ear, so close to his muzzle. With a wrench the pale boy took his eyes from her fur and belted away from her, heading towards a pool he knew. He had no idea what he was going to do, but even if he could only bring a mouthful back, it was better than nothing. He ran fast, his heart pounding, stretching himself to his limits. He didn't want to leave her for longer than a few minutes.