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Creeping forth, it still confuses the Wayfarer how one could be a mix of determined and submissive all the same. He’s trying to read her, figure out her whole purpose since the friendship spiel sounds full of hot air.

She ducks her head low, lapping at his wounds in the same places he had been grooming himself. His eyebrow twitches, champagne eyes locking on the back of her neck.

The thin, razor sharp wounds gave away that the injuries weren’t just from a battle gone wrong with a wolf. Nah, they’re from a cougar, and they really don’t want to stop bleeding.

What are you planning to do? He asks—not a healer himself so it isn’t like he could judge much. His experience with them is minimal.