blood and starlight

Thistle Cloud Thistle Cloud saw her husband limping towards her with blood raining down from his leg and she wanted to bat him around a bit and maybe take a bite or two out of his ears. He was always getting hurt, he was reckless and it drove her crazy. Though a secret part of her liked fussing and mumbling at him and liked that he was a little bit crazy it was intriguing and sexxy as all get out, but she wasn't about to tell him that and watch his ego inflate even more. He was a dangerous man to both her heart and her sanity, but that made it all the more intriguing didn't it.

When he hit the ground she visibly winced, that had to hurt and he contorted almost like she did to reach his side, though she was pretty sure she had some serious weight on him, she could probably hold him down with her bulk alone as of late.

Mumbling she shuffled over to him holding her herbs in her mouth. Snapping at his muzzle she grumbled at him good naturedly.

"Stop that Ragnar I'll take care of it.

With that she began to clean the wound. It wasn't very deep, but he had been running on it and he had lost a lot of blood. She looked at him then looked at the wound and spoke again. Some days Ragnar i think you get hurt just so I am touching you. she was teasing, though she was worried the blood loss alone could be deadly.