Other things were bothering Skana as well. Narime's disappearance had weighed heavily on her mind as Skana was rather fond of the young huntress. Thankfully Narime' had returned, but Koda was still nowhere to be seen. Skana had always wondered about the man, he never really looked entirely in place in his throne in the way that Elettra did. Skana had to wonder if maybe he'd died up in the mountains, but couldn't help the thought that maybe he had abandoned the pack like Remy had.

The fox was close, she could smell him now and she parted her jaws to let her annoyance become audible in a snarl. Her grey grizzled head swung side to side, searching for the fox as her large body slowly picked up speed. Finally, a blur of orange flashed in the distance before her, and she snapped her teeth and lunged into an uneven run. There was no way she would catch up with a fox, and she'd only managed to send a few deep barks his way before the orange smudge disappeared. She slowed, then stopped, staring after where the intruder had vanished. She marked the place with her scent, then stood for a moment to make sure the fox wouldn't make an attempt at slipping past again.

Skana gave a thoughtful sigh and a hum at Elettra's question, glancing down at the leg before answering. An attempt at experimentally tapping the swollen toes only managed a pained twitch of the digits that twisted her face into a scowl. "Not great, but I suppose it could be worse." She grumbled. Skana wasn't really sure how it could be worse, after all, it wouldn't be much of a loss if the whole limb was missing, as it failed at keeping her any steadier as this season's ice had proven, and it just nagged painfully all the time. It was frustrating that one little accident was still haunting her years later. Her vision flicked over Elettra's healthy sides, even with the scars etched in through the Willow Queen's fur it was apparent she was at her prime. "You only get one body, and once chance at ruining it." She warned.

Elettra went on to mention her desire for a fight, and Skana had to agree there. Skana's soul craved for challenge, longed for the bygone days of the wild coast tamed by tooth and held down by paw. She almost wished the fox hadn't eluded her, and she wondered if that was all she was fit to take on anymore. As Elettra said, the Ridge was fortunate to have able guardians, as Skana wasn't too sure if her bite outweighed her bark anymore. "Ahh, I'd love for a fight. Not even sure how I'd manage now. It's been a while." A long while, the last time she had been bold enough to fight was in the heat of revenge of the grounds of Salmon River. She looked into Elettra's silvery eyes for a split second, a light in her pearled and amber gaze that wondered how she might match up against the coal and ash colored leader.

She eyed Elettra skeptically, an eyebrow lifted as she considered the offer of willow for just a moment. Consequences were consequences, and this was something she felt like she had to live with. It seemed like a cheater's way out to resort to medicine, though maybe if healing had had more a presence in her home she would not have been so initially opposed to the idea. But, being useless didn't really suit Skana either. Her lips pulling into an almost-grimace as she finally gave a nod, "Sure, I'd try it."

With Elettra's pointing towards the den, Skana started off towards the place at her slow, steady pace with the intention of covering some ground as they conversed. "The paw was my own fault, got too close in a hunt and the elk landed its hoof on it." She began with the easiest and most straightforward answer. She nearly left it at that, almost ignoring the deeper question and way Elettra's silver gaze had looked questioningly at her face and the lines that mapped across it. If Skana wished, she could have even skirted the answer with stories of the smaller and lesser noticed of her scattered scars earned from spars and skirmishes. If Skana had stopped there, she knew Elettra wasn't the type to further push the matter.

But, a part of her wanted to go further, as if accepting help had been the first step in freeing the rust from the hinges of a door that had long since been firmly closed shut. As much as keeping her damaged paw to herself had been wearing at the joint, keeping what had happened to herself was equally as wearing on her soul. She had gained enough trust in Elettra to tell the woman honestly. The old wolf didn't want or need comforting, and only wanted to confide in something that had been dogging at her heels since leaving the coast.

"A trusted hunter of mine, I suppose she wanted my pack well enough, to turn my own members against me. She was sly enough to not challenge us directly, rather to try and pick off my mate... Perhaps I would have gone down in a similar 'accident' if I hadn't caught on. Maybe confronting her was a bad idea, but what else was there to do? Any other way would have been a coward's way out." Skana swung her head away from Elettra, looking off into the willows for a moment as she grit her dull teeth with a small clicking sound. She had long passed over sorrow, with only bitter burning anger left in its place. Sometimes she dreamed of returning to Salmon River, avenging Kawak and taking back the pack that had been hers, but she knew it was only a foolish fantasy. Just the journey alone would probably be too much for her, and she could never hope to take an entire pack that was no longer loyal to her.

A sigh, and Skana looked back at the path ahead, secretly and shamefully nervous at the response she would get and thus thankful Elettra was on her blind side, and thus only a black, featureless blur in the corner of her eye. "But, my pack was not behind me. Rather, they were hers then, and turned on me as her hounds." Skana left off there, letting Elettra fill in the blanks of just how the deepest of her scars were placed where they were. She almost wondered if she'd said too much, if she would be seen as weak for losing control of her own subordinates, or weak for being too open and sharing too much.