Blackfoot Forest Kill a little time, you can sleep when you are dead

The first thing he heard was a soft growl. Swiveling his ears forward, he waited. He didn’t have to wait very long. As she opened her eyes, a smooth smile came to his lips. So she hadn't lost too much blood. Good. He needed her in a weakened state, yet not comatose. Perfect. Her voice was rough, as if she had tried to swallow rocks. At her question, his chest rumbled with an amused chuckle. Who said I wanted to shock them? No, no, Illecebra, I don't want shock and awe.
He crooned the words out, an odd glint in his eyes. Flicking his ears, he rose and casually walked over to the gathered water and took a long drink of liquid. He sat beside the pool of icy water and smiled. No, shock and awe is low on my list. What I'm thinking is so much better. Water dripped from his muzzle and sounded loudly in the cave as he stayed silent, his head tilted as his pale eyes raked over her body.