The given answer was deeply reassuring. Hadley relaxed, glad to dismiss the idea that the male was another canine looking for the chance to prove his worth and damage Hadley. The soft name seemed to fit the feminine creature so well, soft and sweet. Hadley. He was starting to think that he'd like this wolf, calm and gentle and unlikely to hurt him. At least, he seemed that way. Hadley was starting to learn to trust others, but it was a slow process. So recently injured Hadley could only hope that the inkling he had of this one being friendly would prove true.
He flinched as Dhiate flashed into the small den he was in. There was no way the two of them could fit in there without touching each other. The other's warm scent filled the air, clouding Hadley's nose. A soft tongue began licking at his wound. First shudders ran through his body, reminded of how Amy loved to taste the wounds she created. Soon enough though she relaxed. The licking felt very nice, soothing. It was easy to forget Dhiate was a male, and Hadley reached around, nuzzling him gently. He was lucky to have Dhiate find him, even luckier that he wasn't an angel.
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