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the woman elects to use snow instead of the water, and as she pivots to better help her, a back paw slips into the creek and the swiftly understand why. she helps build the pile, watching as the woman presses her face to it before moving to assist her further. there's a good amount of wet snow clinging to her face, and in better circumstances, the hunter might have made light of the situation. the red-tinged snow does not call for it, however, and so she moves forward to carefully scrub at the snow, and then work to clean the area around her face carefully and efficiently. she'd not expected to be grooming a packmate she'd just met, but then again, horrific injuries and the loss of a main sense often made for a short-cut to intimacy. "it should be good, now." she offers, stepping back to survey their work.