Blackfoot Forest make it up as you go

Rory grumbled under his breath as the bath continued, though he relaxed a little when the big wolf spoke. He was bleeding...so the guy was cleaning him up to apologize for being mean. Okay, he could forgive that. Rory did his best to stop wiggling, waiting impatiently for the bath to finish, but finally he'd had enough.

"Okay that's good thank you!" He piped up, wiggling and squirming until he managed to slip out from under the male's paw. He didn't leave though, bringing his own paws up to wipe the spit off his muzzle. Rory checked to see if there was any blood left, then looked up. Green eyes locked sincerely onto blue and he offered a big smile.

"Sorry about calling you a fathead goat," He said, his tone seeping with guilt. "I was just bein' mean 'cause I thought you were bein' mean. You're not really." It was one of his better apologies, if he said so himself, so of course Rory ended with, "Do you wanna be my friend?"