Bearclaw Valley once upon a midnight dreary

Grayday's ears flickered in frustration that bordered on annoyance, but that was the only outward sign of his changing mood. He gave a soft sigh of acceptance and glanced at Adeline, almost as if to question her about what they should do. But one look at her face told him all that he needed to know, and the male decided that he had enough to work with, at least for now.

"We need to clean up your leg. That alright, sister?" he asked gently, settling himself down near her head and smoothing a lick over her brow. To Adeline, he said: "Can you do it, or would you rather me?"

He wanted to be watching her face just in case she started getting bitey, but he also worried that Adeline wouldn't be comfortable doing such a thing, especially when Nimue's wound smelled so rank.