Bramblepoint We’re going to your place

Surprisingly this sleek shewolf isn’t jostled by his smartass mouth. He’s actually quite surprised in fact and he wonders how far he’d have to push her in order to get a reaction out of her. He likes getting reactions, especially ones of anger or perhaps some good ol’ banter of the hateful kind. Still, her silence is palpable until she’s offering back a no in reply to his question. Okay, it seems she has a sense of humor or something like it. He almost had the thought to smirk but he knows it would hurt too much. So only for a second his uninjured eye would flicker with his usual sadistic mirth. 

She throws some plant at his paws and demands he eats it. He can’t and will not say no. He does want to sigh when she says he smells of infection. Just as he thought. How disappointing. He drops his head to consume the plant root and crunches it between his teeth, lip wrinkling some at the pain and taste. 

When he hears her voice speak up once more he’s looking back to her. Fuck. He doesn’t want to open his eye. He wants to roll about on the floor and have a tantrum like a pup at the idea of having to do it. He hums his disapproval at her hard gaze and decides to pad closer to her, probably a bit closer than necessary, and plants his haunches to the ground. Sitting before her his brow furrows and he winces when tries to open it. Eyelid fluttering open and trying to blink away the pain, but it doesn’t stop. Sooner or later, he’s able to open it for her and he awaits her inspection of the ruined optic. There’s no way he’ll be able to recover it, he knows this, but at this point he just needs to make sure he doesn’t die from infection. Something he hopes this woman will be able to help him with. Hence his abnormally obedient demeanor.