Shadewood that's not my name

Tacita made an effort to hide her injured leg behind the other, then turned so that they were face to face, rather than having Nero close to the cut. She didn't want their game of tease to end, but she knew that he was right; even the smallest of wounds could become home to infection. With a sigh and a drop of her ears, Tacita nodded her head sat back to get a better view of her thigh. She winced as she her tongue ran over the fur around the slit, then tried to stretch out her leg to see if there had been any serious muscle damage. Finding herself generally mobile, she stood back up and looked into Nero's eyes.

Help, she croaked, the sound scratching at her throat. All she could do was hope he knew more about the trade than she did, because if not, it would seem that she was out of luck.