Hushed Willows we'll create an empire for you.

Somehow or other, he came to be seated upright, tail tapping gently on the ground as Harlyn regarded him. After a time, she spoke to him. He was still too young to keep up with every single word and its independent meaning but he was getting pretty good at getting the gist of things. He understood that he wasn't in trouble, if not the part where Harlyn would do her best to avoid permitting the pack from discovering the grisly truth of the matter.

"Tam! Goo' pup!" he readily agreed, sloppily licking the bloody jowls in question. He then cocked his head, floppy left ear twitching in particular, as something oh so slowly dawned on him. "Boo-boo?" he asked, his eyes clapping upon her busted leg, only now seeing it for what it was: not raw meat but a livid wound.