Bearclaw Valley once upon a midnight dreary

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Two ivory ears perked to Adeline's determined statement, the words coaxing Nimue to keep her gaze firmly trained on the younger wolf. She tensed when the female's muzzle came closer and closer to her wound, feeling the other's breath against her torn skin, but she fought hard to remain composed... to ignore the voice that said to squirm away, to defend herself, to not let anyone near this damaged part of her body... When the agouti youth's pink tongue slipped past her lips and began to delicately lap at Nimue's wound, she immediately felt a burning sensation rise in her delicate flesh. She squimred just slightly in response, trying hard to keep the wound still, and gave soft whimpers of pain, which only got worse as Adeline got deeper and deeper. It was okay... she was cleaning the wound... this needed to happen.... she was not attacking or doing anything bad.... The urge to fight was still tempting, causing the ghostly woman to press a bit closer to Grayday, hoping his comfort would calm her nerves until this was over. Despite the pain, it did feel good to have the debris removed, so that also helped in keep her under control. She just squeezed her eyes shut and waited for it to end.
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