Alma could only watch his reaction. It was not clear if he understood what she was so hesitant about, but he seemed to want to get on with it. Alma could admit that she saw the logic in wanting to get it over with quickly, since the wound was still bleeding. She sighed, and said, "Just... ah. Stay still and don't look this way." The last was more for her benefit than his; she wasn't sure she could go through with it while he looking.
When he had done as she asked, she took a deep breath and drew close to him. The coyote woman placed a hand on his unwounded shoulder, as if she thought he might run away or flinch. She leaned forward and licked the blood from his wound. It was nothing unusual, or at least, it shouldn't be. Canines had been cleaning their wounds with their tongues long before the virus had taken hold. It certainty would have made more sense among her mostly non-luperci family. Then why did she feel so awkward?
When all the blood had been removed from his fur, she stepped back and placed the rabbit pelt over his wound. She tied it around his shoulder, though not so tight that he would lose circulation. A little pressure was applied to the bandage, then released once she sensed that it was no longer bleeding.
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