Duskfire Glacier But she'll bring out the best and the worst you can be

Finally he sat, which to her showed trust, and a certain amount of mercy that he seemed to have been denying himself. She sat with him, and calmly continued to preen his fur, gently teasing free the knots in his locks, and pulling unwanted bits of dirt and rubble from his fur. She could smell old medicines, and sought to free him of that smell as well, but worked mostly on the areas she felt would be the most comfortable. 

"I'll help you, if you want," She offered. "Thtawtin' with thith fur of yourth," She said with a light chuckle, reaching up to kiss his cheek so he would know that she still thought him cute- even if he was a mess.