Sleeping Dragon Blood in the cut

"Oh!" Portia exclaimed, not fearfully though not necessarily calmly. The raccoon attacked-- and before Wildfire had the time to react, it had latched onto her face! The Skayona was unsure exactly what to do, and wondered if it was her fault. She had been prepared to attack it-- but it had turned and struck Wildfire before she had the chance. Feeling guilty and somewhat relieved it was only her snout and neck, the freckled woman moved quickly over the to trapper after the vermin fled. Wildfire made a few lighthearted comments, but Portia was worried as ever. 

"Oh hun," she murmured softly, pressing her nose to the other's cheek briefly, "I'm so sorry-- my lil' legs just don't move as quickly as I need them to." Her green gaze studied the fiery girl, the bloodied scrapes along her muzzle being the worst. "They're not awful, but raccoons are disgusting beasts... I'd feel better if you'd let me put something on them. I'd hate for them to get infected," she said, giving the ones on Wildfire's neck a few swipes of her tongue to clean them off. They weren't as deep as the ones on her nose, but they bled all the same.