Swiftcurrent Creek Lick your wounds

Arric licked at the wound between his shoulder and stomach. Essentially his armpit chest area. She had gotten him fairly good. His left paw dripped into the dirt while he tried to clean up the worse of the two. Putting all his weight on the sore pad caused him to wince.

Arric was surprised at a noise and lifted his head eyes darkening. Hoping it wasn't Cyg again. But it was Arlette, a grin lit up his face and eyes, and he returned her lick with a whine and a lick of his own.

You actually may need to help me. Little Miss Pissy Pants got me good.

He shifted so she could see the underside of his left side. Where teeth marks had sunk deep and he lifted his left paw to show the shredded pad.

He wanted to talk to her anout his concernes with how agressive Cyg had been for just a spar. But she seemed happy and teased. It could wait.

I like a little fuss if it's you. he teased.