King Elk Forest blood in the sunlight

She didn't need anything medically tended to, it seemed but she did request a name and most interestingly a kiss on the cheek. What an unorthodox request. His name he could give readily, but the sea witch took a few seconds to marvel over her last request. It had been rather brazen but he supposed that it would be wrong for him to deny her such an innocent request. It kind of reminded Tori of the similar method of giving a child a lollipop when they were good at the doctor's office. “I'm called Riptide,” The sea witch introduced himself to her with a small simper tugging at the corners of his lips. “I live on the coast in Stavanger Bay.” He added in case she found herself needing his medical expertise. He doubted she would have reason to wonder that way — they were quite far from his home but as a good doctor it felt like the right thing to include.

He drew in then, closing the distance he had placed between them to admire his handiwork, bemused as to the nature of her request, and brushed his muzzle against her the silvery grey fur of her cheek, offering her a small lick that proved to be the equivalent of her “kiss on the cheek” before he pulled back, his brow lifting ever so slightly as if to ask quietly ask her is that all? Truly, she should get home before the opium poppies began to work — though subtly he didn't have wonder if their effects had already begun to kick in.