Hoshor Plains You're looking rough

She didn't move towards him, and Lokie was relieved. If this was the same wolf that just attacked him at the Caldera, he didn't think they'd waste time by lingering back. They certainly hadn't the first time around. His ears perked a little when she began to speak, and he paused in his motions to escape. 

He took her words into consideration. Lokie could care for his paws well enough, but the wound on his face was nothing like he had ever had before and it wasn't in a place he could keep clean very well. His eyes searched her expression, and he didn't find dishonesty there. He wouldn't be lucky enough for another healer to stumble upon him, he was sure. 

After a few moments, he moved forward towards her. When he was close enough, he sat back on his haunches with his head lowered below hers to give her access to his maw. The first time the water landed on his wound, it had stung, and he didn't expect anything different this time. But, he would sit through it.