Swiftcurrent Creek Lick your wounds

Arlette walked with him to his sleeping spot. She kept his pace and made sure not to make him feel slow or rush him. The female nodded when he mentioned talking to Cygnet. "I think that might be best. She does understand when you tell or explain," she reasoned. She used verbal communication all the time, Cygnet might not respond the same herself. But she did seem to understand.

She could smell his scent becoming stronger, and she knew they were close. She spotted the furs. She deemed it clean enough that he could rest his paw on it. "There you are," she hummed and then let him settle on his bed. She watched him, this big dark male limping because of a pup. It felt a little silly thinking about it. However the injuries were no laughing matter.