Deepwood Weald Beauty in the Fog

Latte perked up a bit. Paeon seemed like a nice wolf.  She was glad, Latte would hate to be in the fog with a scary wolf and an aching leg. "It's really pretty.  The song, I mean.  And your voice.  I can't really sing."  A small doggy smile crossed her soft white snout despite herself.  Latte really shouldn't have been smiling in her current predicament, but it felt better to smile and hope for the best.  

But then Paeon asked her a question.  "Uh.. kind of?"  She limped a bit closer and sat down to show the wolf her scratched-up leg.  

Looking at the blood staining her snow-white fur made her a bit queasy, so she looked away.  "I mean... it could be worse... a lot worse..."  Thinking about how much worse it could be made the queasiness return.  It hadn't gotten infected, and it was pretty shallow.