Small wounds healed with lightening capability, particularly to an older wolf like Kamora, but it hardly bayed infection, infection led to a delayed regenerative process even with all the fast-acting properties of were-flesh. Most obviously it could lead to blood poisoning that could ultimately take them down the winding road to a long stay in the big bed beneath the earth. He'd heard of these things before; papercuts leading to hospitalisation and such like, infection giving the poor injured sod a one way ticket, do not pass go, do not collect two-hundred dollars, to their own funeral.<br/>An involuntary scowl of disapproval danced across his features, making his silvery eyes dull like old coins.<br/>Yes, he knew she had a role to play. Big, bad alpha, will of iron, skin of steel, disposition like the end of a meat cleaver and such, scare the bejesus out of them all, keep the stragglers in line, quell rebellion before it happened, but it irritated him. Sable hardly needed keeping in line, he knew his place like they'd etched it into his skull-- reminding him was<span style="font-style: italic">such</span>a good idea. Guh!<br/><br/>Whilst she planned an outfit he planned a change of shape.<br/><br/>Maybe he could catch her off guard later, give the wound a few sympathetics licks, grovel a bit after, that sounded good. You could see the gingers jaw jut in some strange form of determination as he only half watched his alpha dress. She was real work of art, every curve, every muscle... for some reason the dripping with blood and gore part only magnified her more... he cocked his head, arms folded... dazzling physical qualities. Didn't mean he was going to leave it there....<br/><br/>For a wolf there wasn't an iota of wilderness in Sables body.<br/>His skin was almost always fresh, scrubbed meticulously clean right down to the space under his fingernails. His teeth were white and dead straight, his hair and clothes though scruffy (scruffy being an understatement) were dirt free, in fact even the living space he'd claimed for his own in some long, lost wing of The House reflected such un-packish flaws.  It was a cluttered mess, but the kind the clinically minded labelled organised chaos-- and strictly organized it was. Everything had an order, everything had a place... if any one item found its way elsewhere it's be cluttering his head instead. That's how things worked. If so much as a coin wandered from the penny ashtray he'd<span style="font-style: italic">have</span>to have it back before the pack left for the hunt otherwise it niggled him, gnawed away at the back of his cerebral cortex with spiny little teeth...<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"I do hope all that trouble I went through just to keep you well fed does not go to waste." </span><br/><br/>Sable jumped out of his skin and glanced up at her, snagging on the sharp pointy bit of her gaze for half a moment. He'd been chewing at his nails without even realising it that whole time, "'Course nat ma'm," he lied shooting her a cheeky grin and a wink. He wasn't even hungry. Least not now, "'Preciate all o' you 'n all y'do!" he whipped out from his artillery of painfully quirky phrases and jogged over to what lump of meat she'd brought for him, picking it up feeling the blood running through the gaps in his fingers, testing its weight thoughtfully.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"> " So I am hopping I can trust you to help me. As a low ranking wolf I expect that there is much you know about the pack that not even I can comprehend. And trust is of tee utmost importance at the moment. I need to know that I can trust one personâ€¦"</span><br/><br/>Sable didn't budge. Eyes still on the meat, picking at it with his nails.<br/><br/>Surely not... his head reeled... surely not him... why would she... he... he didn't fully trust him...<br/><br/>"There are..." he suggested finally, voice coming out dry, willowy and scratchy, slowed down from it's usual freight train pace, each word carefully considered, pointedly put and equally pronounced, "... members of the pack who've proven more capable than I have," he frowned down at the meat, unable to meet the Alphas eye, partly because he didn't want her catching the pebbledash of frustration he could feel uncurling in his veins like blood in water, "countless times...."