He slowly stood up slightly and moved towards her, ready to stop if she showed any sign of anger at his advancement. If he was able to reach her, he would have softly sniffed her fur, lips pulling back slightly at the smell of the blood on her fur. He gently nuzzled her shoulder with his nose, before flopping down onto the ground in front of her. He felt his own exhaustion creeping into his limbs, but forced himself to stay aware for now. He watched her still, waiting for some type of reaction. 

He adjusted his position, moving so he was blocking anyone from reaching her from the door without having to go through him. He wanted her safe. He was angry at himself that he couldn't protect her, but he would get better and be capable of protecting those he is close to. Hopefully. [@Arista]