Haunted Wood Apocalyptic

Her sarcasm caused a flash of annoyance to surface, making his eyes narrow slightly though with a flick of his ears it faded and he once more looked calm. "If I had a wound I needed help with I wouldn't give a damn how awkward it was. It's stupid not to ask for help when needed" his tone was harsh, making it clear that he was calling her a fool. After the words had fallen into silence he gave an exasperated sigh and shook his head "I'm sorry, I didn't approach you to argue. I wanted to offer assistance. I can get it cleaned out and stop the blood flow, if you'd allow me" he forced his tone to be softer, kinder, and more like a stranger who was apologetic for coming across as an ass. Inside his head there was utter chaos, the demons that infected him urging him to simply pounce on this wench and take the blood she so wastefully let dribble down her fur.