***[POV: Pleased-but-Paranoid Princess]***
With my hand under her head where she almost banged it against a root, speaking calmingly in my native tongue to let her know to breathe… that everything is okay and that I'm here so she doesn't have to panic as she returns to a more languid reality…
> No, not you Vrika. I was calling *her* 'sweet wolf'. Maybe I should not have named you literally what you are… it might get confusing for you. <
The poetic phrases I rattle are steady, if a little amused and a bit self-satisfied by everything. Describing our surroundings, appreciating her efforts, even talking to her wolf underneath. Thanking it for not overpowering her when she was vulnerable.
All of my words were heavy contrast to the broken sounds I'd coaxed from her throat moments before. She blinked up at me, trying to focus, her lips parted as she fought to regulate her breathing in a way that deepened my smirk.
