Phoenix Maplewood What Are You Doing?

Grace nodded, ducking back behind him and sniffing for the worst of the wounds. She made sure to lick in all directions, as she'd been taught, to get all she could from the raw and ripped skin and clean it as thoroughly as she could. Maybe she lingered longer than she should've, finding herself enjoying the contact just as much as Esaro was. The soft and barely audible rumble deep in her chest started when it turned from cleaning his wounds to grooming the fur around it, and Grace almost completely zoned out for a minute. Her tail started to wag, first just the tip but the rest of the feathery appendage soon waved behind her. 
   She came back to focus, blinking a few times and pulling away from Esaro. She looked at it another moment, but she could see little through his fur. She licked her muzzled, shaking her head before stepping up beside the brown male and smiling a little. Her tail didn't stop wagging, but she did make sure there was enough distance between them that they didn't touch. 
            "I think I got it pretty well, it tasted pretty clean."