Her wounds were far from healed, causing what little roaming she did on the lands short lived and without growing very far. Much of her time, as before, had been placed in her children now that she had not only been able to do some restocking to the herbal caches, but recruiting a few worthy wolves as members of the pack. This time, Elettra strikes out further and towards the sound of the river just north of her homeland, circling along the edges of the Sacred Grove. Her left limb where she had been bitten on her shoulder and her lower foreleg had fully closed wounds now. Still where the scars were, mud and herbal mixing of bits of leaves and petals, clung in clumps in that area, balded from the fur being ripped out, anyhow. She looked a muddy mess, but only upon this limb as it was being treated. Well over a week in healing, the bruising and swelling had subsided to a near nothingness, though an obvious limp kept the Leader moving slowly and cautiously as she approached the river side. The scent of a kill and another wolf, instantly brought Elettra to high alert, ears perking high on her head and silver eyes shifting to catch view of the other woman. For the time being, within the high reeds along the river, she did not see the woman and so, decided to do as she had originally intended this day - build her muscle back in a long walk and watch her muddy wounds in the swift river.

Elettra Archer was certain there was another wolf within this area, her scent new and current, likely somewhere along the river bank doing her own thing. Elettra did not bother seeking the woman out and so, did not take note that the woman was currently approaching her slowly and yet surely with much interest in who she was and how he came to be injured in the first place. Though Elettra was very much used to others being rather interested her and often giving her an air of respect, whether being her leader or not, she certainly did not expect someone sitting back within the brush, analyzing her and so, went about her business of wading within the shallows of the river, allowing the swift moving water to wash away at the old layering of mud caked to her fur and scarring, mingled with planets used to help seal wounds, improve healing and pain and the like.
Soon, the woman's voice catches her and Elettra's head lifts, black silken ears high upon her skull as she perks to attention to view the other woman. She listens, stilled within the shallows of the water yet still but does not move from her position. Elettra had every intention of completing what she had originally intended to do and so, dipped her head to the woman as some sort of knowledge that she was fine to take a drink if this is what she wished. Why she had come out to her left side and approached her was uncertain, for there was plenty of river bank down the line to come to then near her. However, wolves were social animals and perhaps curiosity and a need for company escaped the other larger woman.

Small talk. It became more clear to Elettra now that this is what the woman sought with her lingering curiosity, as words edged her lips in the form of question. Elettra's ears perk further into the other woman's direction, her eyes shifting but a moment to the wounds of her shoulder and lower half of her limb as now they became more clear to see as the mug which had been caked on them had by now nearly washed fully away. Easily enough to tell in close inspection that another canine had done the damage as opposed to a clash of claw by a bear or cougar.
Humoring the other woman for the time being (and perhaps using her arrival here to her advantage - predators would less likely come to a pair of wolves then a single wounded one) she decided to speak, offering some kind of interaction with the wolf who had claimed to how have seen much of anyone since her arrival. "There was plenty of wolves within Relic Lore, and far too many packs to harbor them for my liking." She speaks, a small smirk then pressing over her grey rimmed mug with her words. However, Elettra had learned within the western region it was now only her and her allies. There would be no use for worry over territory boundaries or food supply. They helped one another where another was weak and the like. So far, things were perfect with this political no how, though two more packs remained on the mountains and far more beyond them, which could at some point prove much of an influx of wolves with no room to go in time. It was all about supply and demand.
Now that he wound was cleaned off, Elettra shifts, her limbs swaying with a quivering a moment, an obvious sign to her disability and lack of strength to the limb she stands upon. A weakness which causes Elettra to stand on obvious guard. Her body it tensed, eyes never straying from the stranger's location and keeping a wide birth as she moves back onto the bank side and sits to rest her leg before her venture back home. "I taught a wolf a hard lesson on what happens to wolves who break pack law and betray me and my own." Elettra speaks boldly, harshly with a quivering of her lip at the thought of Shade who could or could not at this point, still be alive. She cared not, so long as he stayed out of her way, lest he was looking for another blood bath.

Far to bold, far too daring and stubborn to stay in the confines of the den too long. She hated being useless, hated being held back and hated feeling trapped. Her venture to the swift flowing creek just north of her home's forest had been due to these reasons and nothing more. Whatever drama that this woman was stirring up about fights within the pack and family matters was not the case though Elettra nodded to the woman's first bit of words without question, falling silent a moment more.

A mention for her to probably rest a moment caused her to tense, once more being reminded of her obvious lack of strength and obvious mass of weakness at the given moment. Elettra did not like feeling vulnerable and so felt it best to keep her mouth shut on the comment and thus, hear it out. She would need a break before traveling back home to re-patch up her wounds anyhow. Elettra shifts, moving out of the water's fully to come to the creek's bank, her body adjusting to keep eye on the woman as she came to a sit, leaning her weight opposite of her wounded limb to relieve the pressure from it. "I do... As well as command it." Not to mention, having ruled the lands all to her own for quite some time. Working as the pack's sole Medic, sole Leader and sole parent to a litter of children was certainly a challenging feat and not one taken lightly. She worked hard for it, every day, working with her children, collecting her herbs and making sure her pack members were working just as hard while still low in member count and with pups to care for. Elettra could not afford any slaking in their duties, or her own if she were to keep on top of the pack she had created. Of course, her injury had put a damper on things, but with two new members in her ranks that seemed absolutely dedicated to her already, it helped ease her burdens.