Keese found it difficult to keep his eyes from her. The pale yellow orbs watched her as she closed the remaining distance between them and sat her satchel down. Though he did try not to blatantly stare at her and kept his mouth from hanging agape. Instead taking in the curves of her body in over passing glances, allowing his eyes to only linger on her form for a sort moment at a time as he moved the bowl and rag out of her way and otherwise tidied up his camp for the presence of a lady. Even if his current arrangement was humble at best.
And oh how Keese loved the ladies. Even though he was betrothed to Anann he was not expected to be loyal to her and only her. Oh no, no, no. He was a son of a noble clan, one of the pure blood clans and one of the founding clans of the Tosawi empire. The Harliegh woman would give him one litter at best and even then he was only promised one living child, a bitch at that, which would serve as the next queen, but be of no use to continue his own line. So if his line was to continue it was irrational to think he would be faithful only to her. The idea was preposterous and so he was free to spread his seed where he chose, though the clan itself would only recognize male offspring of pure wolf blood.
Wordlessly he followed her instruction, tilting his head as directed as the elegant beauty inspected the tender wound. He was no healer and his first aid knowledge was laughable, but he knew enough to try and keep it clean, even if that was the extent of it. Her inspection of the gash above his eye brought her in close. The sweet, soft feminine scent she bore teased his nose. Of coarse she wore the mixed and mingled scent of her pack, but there was no strong masculine musk that marked her as mated wolfess. A fact he found rather intriguing and an opportunity he would likely find himself unable to pass up.
Keese had already begun to worry about infection. It seemed far more tender than what other few injuries he could recall. Though it wasn't often, surprisingly, that he received such a blow to the face as what the black armed hybrid had dealt. Unable to resist the urge to scoff lightly at her words, Keese wouldn't admit to the concerns of his own he had had about his own feeble attempts to clean the gash, but otherwise he was quiet as she started to clean the cut, the alcohol not causing too bad of a sting, at first. As it began to saturate the open flesh and the burning grew he flinched. His inhale sharp and hissing sounding as he pulled away from her. Pale yellow eyes glaring at those of a most unique sea green for a moment before his gaze softened and turned away from her own. "..sorry, never been found of the burn..or healers."
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