[M] Intensive Care
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In truth the Nomad hadn’t the skill to check her own head injury, but in order to learn of his intentions she could imply she had already done something. Less out of suspicion and more out of probing, she crafted her words into an excavation tool, breaking away at the presented façade to reach the truth and bring it to light. It was not that she did not believe his words, but genuinely felt there was more to them than initially let on.

Mentioning the light brought her eyes to survey the dark interior of her section of the chambers. There wasn’t light filtering through as there was in the main basin to illuminate the private keep. A warm comfortable darkness that, within her piles of furs, reminded her of sleeping beside someone large and warm surrounded by their aura of protection. It was like finding company when plagued by desire without the true pleasures that came with it. Returning her gaze to the blue depths of her fellow lead, she followed the gesture of his muzzle to his own home in their shared space. An invitation, or possibly a better light to examine her injury. It was difficult to say…but her options were nil as she had become very familiar with how persistent the male could be.

Without a word or gesture she turned to her little one still fast asleep. She bent down by her forelimbs, but keeping her hindquarters and tail erect as if to maintain her balance while nosing the pup while he slept. Carefully she pulled more furs around his sleeping form to ensure his warmth and placed a loving lick between his ears. It was a silent promise of a return and show of her love before she smoothly righted herself again and walked to the mouth of the den. Her steps were quiet on the smooth stone, overtaken by the ambient trickle of their private falls. She walked the short ways to the neighboring den, long auburn tresses trailing in her wake like thick rivers of blood. Without need for further invite she slipped in without hesitation and made her way to the back of the den.


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