Claude wolfed out slowly. He then trotted closer and used a paw to stop Len from feeling his neck. Without a warning, he chomped down on it.
Len only groaned and laughed as his mate seemed angry with him for a reason he couldn't quite grasp. Before he could say anything, Claude retreated and used a claw to punch a hole in the area he bit. He fished for something… while lapping at the flowing blood.
A small disc dropped out of the hole Claude made. He smashed it with his paw before licking all the wounds on Len's neck.
"Sorry, I tried to see if I could use your voice to find a foreign object underneath the skin. It worked, I suppose." Claude's ears pulled back as he continued 'caring' for the wounds. "Erm, are you healing? Why won't the blood stop?"
