Laughing at Darkness[m]

He closed his eyes as her tongue worked it's way through his pelt. After a few minutes of nothing but this, he stood. He grabbed her by her scruff and dragged her above ground, her small figure no big weight for the heavy set male. He dragged her into a shallow stream some distance away, but outside the border. He shoved her into the water, and begun to knead her small body with wet paws, gently washing away the blood and filth.

He rubbed his paws all over her body, working out the blood and dirt. She was quite pretty under all that filth.