Ankyra Sound creature fear

No no no, don't apologize! <3

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“Long enough,” he answered with a frustrated growl. His resentment for the injury was not directed at her. It had been long enough, though… long enough for the pallid creature to suffer with it. Long enough that it should cause him enough harm if it was not taken care of. Feeling as though his answer could be construed as evasive, Kierkegaard fixed his eyes on her and frowned. “More than a week,” he then padded his first remark with a more appropriate response. Long enough…
The pale monster watched as the wiry girl gathered a small mouthful of weeds. He knew very little of plants and their medicinal purposes. That was not to say that he was completely oblivious to the fact that they could aid an injured creature, he simply did not know how. For the Sairensu male, one plant was just like another; small, insubstantial. She carried them to where he remained – hind leg in the water – and dropped them by his paws. For a second, Kierkegaard could feel his pride crying out in indignation. It was his only downfall. As a creature who had survived on his own for years, it was difficult for him to seek the aid of anyone. Scowling at the weeds on the cave floor, Kierke found himself more displeased by his own actions than the situation he had found himself in.
After a few seconds more of soaking his leg in the salty pool, Kierkegaard pulled himself to his feet with some struggle and took a few shaky steps forward to lower his hock against the plants that had been left for him. It was immediately relieving of his pain. A sigh passed through his lips, eyes trailing back up to rest on the dark-furred girl. He did not know what to say to her. Though, he rarely ever knew what to say.