Swiftcurrent Creek false twilight

Omg, I can never write as much as you. *weeps*

She quirked a brow at his shit list remark, but didn't question it. As he moved forward and nudged her chin upward, she obeyed his movements, allowing him easier access to the wound. It really wasn't that bad (or so she told herself), and she would heal like she had every other time. He was silent as he worked, only the sound of tongue on fur seeping into Fox's ears. She was content with it, and allowed him to go about his business without bother. A content washed over her, Fox feeling ever so... calm in that moment.

When he withdrew to inspect his handiwork and speak, a sly smile crept over her muzzle. “Right. I’ll be sure to let you know next time I’m going to kick shit up.” What was he? Some kind of babysitter? Fox needed none of that, as she firmly believed she could take care of herself. “Besides, it doesn’t matter what rank I hold. I’ve done this kind of foolery since the day I was born.”