Solvi positively gleamed in the winter sunlight refracting off the patches of snow, golden pelt looking full and healthy. Solulfur was pleased to see the potential stress of the hard work her revolving door of patients procured wasn't wearing too harshly on the Mender, although she did feel a bit bad that she'd clearly woken Solvi from a surely well-earned nap.
Her tail swished, a faintly sheepish and unsure expression crossing Solulfur's features.
I'm fine,She replied hastily to reassure Solvi. Even if she wasn't, the injury or illness would have to be significant to have her seeking out the Mender's help. She was fond of Solvi, but...not so fond of playing the part of patient.
The look of almost eagerness that was on Solvi's expression wasn't missed by the perceptive Black Sun, and some of her initial hesitation disappeared in the face of it. Solvi was well-liked by her packmates and for good reason. Solulfur had thought highly of her for some time, and never found an opportunity since for that trust to be misplaced.
Company, if you would have me.She clarified, while moving to inspect the area nearby the blonde for the right spot to flop down.
I thought it would be wise to take advantage of the sunlight and fine weather while I can. And...I had something to ask you.A brief pause, as Solulfur found the spot just within the Mender's personal bubble to circle once, then plop down with a few amiable pats of her tail on the earth.
The Northfall Tourney is coming up soon. I know it is an important festival, for our diplomatic opportunities and for the culture of our neighbors. I wanted to ask if you might be willing to have the...She glanced at the snoozing pale raccoon, so much bigger than when he'd been rescued from the river.
If you could encourage Bjarki to...do my fur...Her voice got a bit quieter, as if a little unsure whether asking was even remotely polite.
Like yours.
