Phoenix Maplewood Peace for a While Longer

Grace, though troubled, dropped the conversation as they arrived at his den. She watched him slip inside, and followed him warily. Once in, seeing Esaro lay down, the little red yearling layed to her side, stretching out her hind leg in an awkward but obviously comfortable angle. She sniffed around a little bit from where she was, not in the least bit worried about the size. She and Esaro were not large wolves, the two actually seemed to fit decently together, and Grace smiled at his words.
           "I'll gladly keep you warm Esaro, its the least I could do. B-But... Well...."
She sighed, fidgeting with her black paws a little before continuing bashfully. Though she'd just recently cared for the scratches on his REAR, she was finding it hard to ask him to clean the wound on her muzzle. It was nearly impossible to reach all of it with her tongue and rubbing it with river water didn't help either.
                 "You think you could, maybe.... Well.... Clean my wound? I-I cant reach it...."