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 Posted: Mon May 17, 2010 11:02 am
"It's fine, it's fine," he mutters about his nose, but drops his paw obediently. His hindquarters drop to the ground as he forces himself to sit, front paws arranged carefully before him and held firm to avoid fidgeting. And he lowers his head, tilting it to the side just a bit to make it easier for her to investigate.
Indeed, the wound isn't bad at all - the thorn stayed on the plant, and only seems to have dug in a little bit before he pulled away. The wound is bleeding a bit more freely than it should be, for such a small injury (maybe there's something about the plant that would cause that?), but he's in no danger. Nothing more than a stupid little p***k to his nose, something that any cub should have been able to avoid.
The urge to babble further apologies is almost overwhelming, but Njozi manages to spare her from that. Instead, he remains utterly silent during her investigation. She said it's okay, there's no reason to keep talking about it. Maybe if they don't talk about it again, it can be like it never happened. Right?
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Posted: Sun Jul 04, 2010 8:49 pm
She ignored all his muttering about being perfectly fine and moved in closer to expect the bleeding wound. Mother-mode meant she had little-to-no respect for personal space, only for his well-being, and at the current moment she was very much inside what he probably assumed was his 'personal bubble'. Her nose was mere inches from his and her eyes were narrowed on the dribbling nick.
Fortunately, she pulled away after a few silent moments, and gave him a tiny nod.
"You're not going to die from that," she brought a paw up and waved it at him, "but I want to go to the watering hole and wash that off just in case the thorn has some nasty little side effect." It wasn't really a question, and as she took a few steps away from him and towards what one could only assume was the direction of a watering hole, it was obvious she wasn't giving him a choice. Momma-Mkonde didn't want to play games right now.
She did manage a light-hearted smile as she turned to look back at him, waiting for him to finally decide to get up and come with her. "If you're so careless, I'm going to have to find a new assistant. How am I supposed to get any work done if you keep hurting yourself on the job, huh?"
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