Blackfoot Forest Foolish Protector act 2

He closed his eyes once more as he felt the caress of her breathe against his injured face and the gentle touch of her tongue across his nose. Her proximity and the all too familiar situation was what kept him grounded and awake despite the call of Oblivion that was unconsciousness. She was once again his sweet pretty nurse and him the foolish patient who seemed to enjoy playing cat and mouse with death. She spoke again and his good ear slowly leaned toward the sound, bad ear twitching and bringing forth a hiss from his maw. Now the aching was setting in and he took a moment to fully embrace the way almost every inch of his body ached and burned with pain that set his nerves on fire. Then he grimaced and groaned, wishing with every fiber of his being for the pain to end and just simply leave him numb again.


Her voice brought him back from his agony again and he gave a low chuckle, the sound tight with pain. "Fearsome..Not nescessarily something to be proud of" he murmured weakly and lay his head back down upon her forelimbs, grateful for the proximity yet yearning for the coolness of the melting snow against his aching face. As if his desires were heard he felt Olive get up from beside him and for a moment he panicked. His heartbeat leapt and he called out "Don't leave. Please. I don't wish to be alone" yet his voice came out weaker than intended and he wasnt sure whether she heard his plea.


For what felt like forever he lay there aching, heart racing as he became lost in how utterly alone he felt now. He was laying here helpless at the whim of a woman who he loved and hurt and lost. Then he heard the crunching of snow beneath her paws and the soft warning she gave him and sucked in a breath, holding it and tensing as she applied whatever it was she was placing upon his wounds. It hurt and he wheezed slightly, muscles quivering and tensing though he held still and made no ill move against her. "Olive...Will you tell me about the stars? You...You love your God's up there so much...will you tell me of them as you work?" it was a quietly voiced request, though it was asked in earnest. Her voice soothed him and gabe him something else to focus on besides the pain, plus he simply enjoyed the way she spoke.