Swiftcurrent Creek by and bye

Jace approached, looking a little worse for the wear. It seemed he had been roughed up the worse out of the lot that had fought off the coyotes, and Fox gave him a concerned look as he greeted her and began tending to one of his wounds. It was times like this when Fox wished that Lecter was still around... no matter how "off" he had been. The old man was a damn good healer, and it was a shame that they'd lost him. Still, Fox knew the bare-bones basics of what needed to be done. Keep the wound clean, rest, and keep yourself well-fed and hydrated.

“Let me help you with that,” she insisted, not waiting for him to give her permission before stepping toward him and nudging his nose out of the way. Gingerly, she let her tongue slide over the wound. It was a gesture of friendship and gratitude for his help in fending off the intruders from their home. Pulling her head back, she inquired on what he had been doing to help himself. “Have you been resting? Eating enough? Keeping yourself hydrated?” They were simple questions, but ones she thought were important. Fox went back to licking his wounds for him, ears poised to listen to his answers.