Swiftcurrent Creek stay with me, my blood, you don't need to run

At first, his touch was met with anger, the painful sounds of her rage mixed with the snapping of her jaws making him wince and turn away. He braced for the piercing of teeth but when her bite came, there was no pain, and then she was falling against him, the sound of her despair making him turn back towards his mate and wrap himself around her as she pressed further into his fur. If she was getting blood on him, he didn't notice or care; he was just glad to finally be able to comfort her. He wanted to tighten his own embrace but feared hurting her, so instead offered gentle to licks to whatever part of her he could currently reach. It's okay, he said softly, running his muzzle soothingly through her blood-matted coat, careful not to brush against any wounds. Her injuries would need to be addressed soon but they could wait; for now, he would just offer her solace for as long as she needed it.