Clare tugged her mask down a bit as well, but still kept it over her face partially. "Well, he's doing alright so far," she said. "We, um... We still haven't... you know." She raised her eyebrows a few times suggestively. "But we've made out in our underwear and watched films together and... uh... snuggled, to name a few things," she replied. "He's got a few health issues right now, so he's off getting help with that a lot, but he sure knows how to care about someone..." The wolf looked over at Al. "Did I ever tell you how we met?"
Zanthe raised an eyebrow at the Great Dane, thinking over his words. "So he needs to be taken out, then," she replied. "Am I right on that? Also, to answer your question about my wound..." The catfox leaned back and parted her belly fur until the scar from the recent stab wound was showing. "...This is all that's left of it."