Hideaway Strath Right before I close my eyes

Arlette smiled at him when he had a dopey smile back at her. She couldn't help but feel heat go through her body. She watched as he climbed out the den, seeing how he was distributing his weight and how he was working with his injured body. It would tell her a lot if he used the full weight on his leg again or not.

"Of course, be careful I don't kill you," she grinned. She didn't realize how relevant that could have been since she was in a pack of killers. "Just some lavender to calm you down. Smell it," she offered. She then stepped closer and started to place her teeth on the edge of the dark red colored fluff. It was hardened now, by the blood. She was slowly starting to pull it off, which probably hurt a little, like ripping a bandaid. But she had to check for infection.