Cedar Sweep Blood of a fool

In the back of his mind questions and worries pounded as to why in the world this strange she wolf was beside him tending to his body. What was she doing here so close to him, a stranger taking advantage of her soft healing with no benefit to her. She could easily prey on his weakened figure without a second thought. Yet something was keeping here here. He listened in silence as her soothing voice rose to the heavens in song, watching cautiously as she ceased her singing and lowered her head to rest upon his weary shoulder. "Shink," he spoke quietly, filling in the empty silence. He gently slipped out of her grasp, twisting sideways so that his gaze was now looking down on her form, a flicker of confusion forming a sheen across his deep copper eyes. "And you are?" A stranger. Yet one that had helped him. He let his ears droop in uncertainty as his physical efforts finally ended in a bought of retching.