A wolfish grin appeared on her black lips as she heard the scoff from the oddly dressed witch. She couldn't help but sway her grey banner side to side in delight that she had managed to outdo the witch from her previous comment. Indeed the witch was not much of a talker which hardly bothered the woman trapped within a wolf's body. She was used to solitude. Being ignored by others was a frequent thing to happen to her and she didn't feel insulted being treated in this similar function. At a young age she was afraid of being surrounded by silence. It was a harsh cold environment that she grew to accept and appreciate. Past experience living in her pack allowed her to grow into enjoying silence as it alerted the woman to know that she would be left alone by others. It was a temporarily false- safety mechanism giving her the chance to sleep or think to herself with the momentarily silence she was provided. A bit wary to follow this witch within her own home, she would obediently follow attempting to keep blood from reaching the floor of her pristine foyer. Barking and exclaiming her joy that she had been capable of accomplishing such a feat, her dial would turn around looking up at the woman for a sign of approval. Seeing her soft feminine features brighten slightly with the look of satisfaction only caused her tail to sway a bit faster, glad to see she had done well. Clenching her jaw she would follow the woman down the steps, growling softly as she put weight on her injured shoulder. Managing to get herself on level ground, without tripping and falling down the stairs, she managed to lie herself down in the designated spot. Ebony skull tilted to the side as she watched the other move fluidly grabbing as assortment of odd things and familiar utensils. Hearing the woman shout such a profanity caused the she-wolf's ears to go back in an apologetic sort. She hadn't meant to alarm the poor woman to cut herself. The silver blood of the witch easily reached her nose and she put a paw over it, not enjoying the scent at all. As the woman answered her question with such, displeasure, her own head would lie on the floor, over her paws, whispering softly to the witch.

"Still...you could have chosen not to."

Ignoring the woman's compliant with a disdain low growl, her head would lift upwards watching as the woman approached her. Black lips pulled back to show some of her sharp teeth as she issued a warning snarl, shaking her head as if she had titubation. She had no reason to trust the woman, none whatsoever. The kind deed that she was offering could be a nasty trick. Past experience would give her credit to her self-assertion. The idea that she should be sleep alarmed the girl into thinking that she was being drugged and would somehow be exploited for something. What that was, she did not know, but she sure as hell didn't want to find out. Strained and tired from the events tonight, the injuries, and the fact she was lying comfortably on the floor did not help the she-wolf at all when she struggled to get up and move away from the girl carrying some sort of toxic plant formula. That she would feel loads better didn't help resolve her suspicion. Feeling the goop of mush be dumped on her shoulder caused the she-wolf to flinch unused to feeling such a slimy thing her head moving as one pink tongue rolled off ready to lick it off her completely until the woman placed her hand onto her shoulder rubbing it in, her silver blood from her finger and the contents of the medicine submerging into her own blood. Although silver wasn't such a dangerous thing for her, as legends and myths had many to believe, it did cause her some sort of pain with it entering her system. Teeth were barred as an angered growl rumbled in her chest, lunching her head forward ready to snap the woman's arm in protest until an odd sensation overcame her and caused her to freeze, her opened jaw nowhere near the woman to cause her harm. A very faint whimper was coming from the she-wolf as her mind began to fuzz over, something was telling her not to harm the witch. In fact, she had the sudden desire to be near the woman, like an odd missing puzzle piece just happened to appear. The desire to be next to the woman, as a companion was quite overwhelming and such a complicated feeling to understand. Would the witch feel some sort of bond began to form between the two, could she understand just why the she-wolf felt so connected to her now? Trust, undoubted trust for the witch began to overwhelm the injured she-wolf. Slowly her dial would move away from the woman's arm setting it in her lap, blue-grey eyes half-way closed in content. Inhaling the girl's scent to memory knowing now she was to be some sort of guardian for the woman. It was much easier now to speak to the woman, to reach her mind so effortlessly, as she questioned the woman as to what was going on between them.

"Do you...feel that? Is this...normal?"

I'd Rather Feel Pain Then Nothing At All

Raven