Redsand Canyon She's betting on science

Donovan winces as her first move is to luck the wound. Though her tongue is gentle, it still hurts like a motherfucker. Sucking in a short hiss of breath he flicks his eyes over to the snowy wolf as she continues her administrations.

When she pulls back from his shoulder her muzzle is red with his own blood, something interesting to see at the moment. She’s stuffi bf some more herbs into his maw now, the minty taste only doing enough to hide the nastiness behind it. He doesn’t care, he just wants her to fix him. Yet, her soft, enticing voice almost spoils him when she informs him of the mint. He swallows it down no problem.

Then as if it couldn’t get better, she’s grabbing more and stuffing it into his wounds. All the wile his chin is tucked and he watches her with an obsessive interest. Her voice breaks him out of his trance once more. Her nickname almost making him smirk.

Well it does a little bit. A small tilting of his lips upwards is all he expressed back. “Yeah, as long as I don’t die I consider that okay.”