A quiet quirk of a smile lifted the edge of Moonfeather's maw as he jokingly asked how they were going to warm up his body. She gestured to the space next to him, and it was then that her intentions seemed to dawn on Baird and he became slightly flustered. Oddly enough, his temporary loss of confidence assuaged her own nerves about the situation, and the young healer felt more confident in her movements as she stepped closer to him and laid down. Noticing where the wet fur had begun to form tiny ice crystals along his chest and abdomen, she sidled her body right up next to his so that the warmth of her body could permeate through her thick dry fur and be absorbed by his own. The den was also small enough that with time their body heat would serve to warm the space and further help dry his fur. Moonfeather had never been so close to a wolf who was not a member of her family - or Niviaq - and she was quietly thankful that Kutcha hadn't been with her that afternoon. The raven would surely find the action a most profane thing and disapprove of it whole-heartedly, likely making her job much more difficult than need be.

Once situated comfortably alongside him, Moonfeather turned her head to make sure she hadn't accidentally dislodged the snow compact from his foreleg. Instead, she found herself practically nose to nose with Baird. "Oh," she breathed softly, but recovered herself more quickly this time, staving off any embarrassment by shifting her turquoise eyes away from those of brilliant orange to the scrapes along his face. Tilting her head, she indicated the injuries along his brow to let him know she would be starting there before leaning in to gently but firmly licking the wound and clearing it of any debris. After a few more strokes, working carefully along the length of the scrape, Moonfeather paused momentarily. Remembering Niviaq's lessons in bedside manner, and wanting to offer Baird some distraction, she did her best to strike up a conversation by saying, "It's kind of funny - my being your mother's apprentice, and your being my father's - don't you think? before moving to continue cleaning the injuries to his face.

Her ears flickered, showing her attention to his response while keeping the majority of her focus on the job at hand. Debriding the area of any foreign matter had caused the bleeding to start again, but only in a seeping way as the blood quickly clotted. Pleased, Moonfeather pulled her head back to give him a break. Cleaning wounds was rarely a pleasant experience and she felt it was important to allow him some relief before moving on to the next treatment. "How's your head feeling?" She sought to meet his eyes then, wanting to get a look at how dilated his pupils were. There was a good chance he had a concussion, and if that was the case she would probably stay with him through the night to rouse him every couple of hours and make sure his symptoms did not worsen.