<span style="text-decoration: underline">Mortigar</span><br/><br/>He regarded the she-wolf with a smile. "You're not awkward. I'd say you were cute if you were not covered in blood and wounded, didn't the 'medical buck' offer you a bath?" he asked with a wicked smile on his mussel that displayed all his fangs. It was a rather comical grin that made it seem like he was more child then grown up. He padded over to her. "You must have a name?" He asked finally as he reached her side and started looking at her injuries. He didn't touch her, simply looked. "Well they didn't do a bad job of patching you up them bucks now did they."