Enna purred softly and allowed her heavy eyes to close, the faint pulse of ice settled over the wounds before fading.  Her tense muscles relaxing as a long exhale escapes her snout. 

[i]Can I sleep Ad?...[/i] she asks softly, her ears lowering against her skull, her heart slowing as her breathing deepens, sleep easily taking her. The wounds pause for a moment before beginning once more, only to stop again. Enna's tail twitches weakly as her healing starts and her eyes twitch behind her closed lids, she needed to stay awake right? Why did everything smell of blood? [@SomeoneSomewere]