Lost Creek Hollow Sir, you have no call to get snippy with me!

Though Joss was not typically a terribly social or friendly wolf, the relief he got from Gannet's gentle touch lulled him into a sense of security. This guy wasn't all bad; out of all the wolves in the pack, this one was definitely the kindest of them. He closed his eyes and sat still, allowing Gannet to clean his wounds, and though he wasn't aware of it, he'd begun to lean toward his pale packmate, like someone leaning into a back massage. Though the wounds were still sore, it was nice to finally have someone touch him in a gentle, caring way. It wasn't something Joss had felt often, and he relished it.