Blacktail Deer Plateau but I still think she's a queen

Good point, he thought a bit sheepishly, though out loud, he did not deign to reply. Instead, he simply held still while she inspected him, though he couldn't quite help but pose while she did. Even under a purely clinical gaze, the male always felt gratified to be looked at.

His expression fell a little bit when she gave her diagnosis. "Oh," he said unhappily, ears flicking in agitation. "Can you fix it?" he asked, then, remembering how well his last infection had gone. His eyes were still getting worse. He knew, objectively, that an infected chin was a different situation than infected eyes, but the very idea still set his teeth on edge.