Deepwood Weald What is this, wash and wear?

Oliver had covered his face with his paws and Holly immediately thought she injured him and she rushed to step off him.  As soon as he stood she would walk around him, at one point nosing as his side where his body had met Earth if he allowed her to. The golden lady figured if anywhere, that would be the painful spot. Holly knew from experience that when something painful was touched, usually you would whine; betraying even some of the strongest wolves.

That had been a tactic she used when she thought she hurt somebody, she had to be sure they weren't in pain because of her before continuing. Of course, it could also be something mentally or emotionally but how the flippity flappin' crackers was she supposed to know that? Once she made it around one time she went again; this time prodding the side where the phoenix had rammed into him, once again going for the same goal. His health came before any lesson, she would put that record straight right now.