Sun Mote Copse Mad world.

The yearling didn't reply right away. When she did, she sounded forcibly casual, almost dismissive, about the task. But she moved nearer, so Towhee lowered herself to the ground to grant Fennec easier access. She held still as the blind she-wolf sniffed her way to the wounds, grimacing a little as Fen's tongue found the first of the contusions and began to thoroughly clean the lot of them.

As her daughter worked, Towhee insisted, "I'm good at a lot of things but hunting ain't one of them. Your dad hogged all the skills in that department." Being deaf probably didn't do her any favors, though Towhee would never actually know what difference it did or didn't make. "How does it look?" she wondered as Fennec continued her ministrations. But, of course, she couldn't see what she was doing. "Feel? Smell?" she tested out loud, wondering which Fen felt applied.