Phoenix Maplewood Peace for a While Longer

Grace frowned, realizing he probably couldnt see it in the dimness of the den according to his hesitation. As he began to lick, she turned her muzzle up and showing her right side, hoping he would be able to find the raw wound, curving in a crescent moon like shape, from her nose and around her whiskers to the middle of her lower jaw. She'd only been able to clean it while swimming so far, but she could still feel it hurting and was afraid it was going to get infected; she hoped she imagined the faint but bitter smell of such a thing. It was much, much deeper than she'd originally thought, Luke having shoved her back WITH the blow to her face. 
        "When I tried to lick it, either it was out of reach or the twisting of my face hurt too bad. I-I think I can smell infection starting."
His licking felt wonderful, the little red she wolf could actually FEEL debris being dislodged from it she hadn't known was there. It explained the growing achiness in her face the past while. 
                 "Thank you, Esaro."