Wapun Meadow salt

The soft rolling of her tongue against the narrow bridge of his muzzle was welcome, and he chirped softly to her before catching the scent of the wounds against her sides. He pulled away from her touch and moved slowly to peer at the deep markings on her side. Wide-eyed and fearful, his burning gaze darted from her face to the lacerations and he reached out tentatively to touch against it with the cold wet of his nose. Wolves were savage creatures, so he was not entirely surprised that she would carry marks on her frame. Tadec wondered if it had been the large white Alpha of their land; he had not given the impression of a patient creature. With a careful whine, he looked to her and frowned.
 
It was then that she attempted to pull a song from him. He watched her face with a wide-eyed and intent stare. The cant of her skull and the questioning tone in her voice was enough for him to know that she was looking for a song. With a curling little smirk, Tadec lifted his head and parted his lips to create a yip from the back of his throat that lilted out into the air in a high melody. He then looked at her with a questioning glance, tail fluttering behind him.