Bramblepoint give me that vertigo

aww thank you <3

The boy hadn't noticed her yet, and so she contented herself with watching. He had a pretty face as well, Genie observed silently. A pretty face to match those pretty eyes.....and a not so pretty mouth. He had a dirty mouth. And a very extensive vocabulary that appeared to mostly consist of profanities. Genie couldn't help the smirk that danced on her lips. What? It was funny.

When she spoke, he turned to look at her with a startled jump, and just as she'd expected him to do so, his expression shifted from grimacing pain to something resembling indifference. Yeah. To protect his masculinity? From her? Genie didn't really understand. After all, she didn't really care if they were 'strong' or 'badass' or whatever. Really. Not that she'd like a snivelling coward, of course, but well, you get her point.

Genie thought he seemed friendly enough and padded closer, trying to get a better look at his paw. "I can help, if you want," she offered, smiling softly. "I'm an aspiring medic." Provided that the thorn had actually entered the other wolf's paw and stuck. There was always the chance that the thorn had just poked him a bit, and hadn't stayed. That would be funny. For her, not him.