As soon as the male had gotten his words in, she saw Ashanti take off into the pack territory. Flattening her ears back slightly, she sighed, her stress level rising by the second. What had happened to the yearling had truly changed the way she looked at the life outside and inside of the pack. Being insubordinate was not okay in Nina’s books, but did not call after the girl; she needed time alone and definitely did not need her alpha fussing after her over petty things that the golden brown beauty did not have the energy to dwell on. She needed rest of all things and little disturbances at her borders were the last thing she needed this spring. Upon the question asked by the loner, Nina’s single eye widened, scolding herself mentally for letting her attention slip from the wolf in front of her. "Yes…yes I am and I suppose we have been here long. It depends on how you look at it." She nodded her head at this, her emerald eye flashing back up to look at the black man.
Finding it her place to make sure that the man was alright, she spoke lightly, "I am sorry for any trouble caused, are there any injuries that you need treated? Anything at all?" Her voice and eye radiated the kindness she was trying to show to Inkheart. If Ashanti had attacked him, she had no inspiration to try and find out; he would simply have to tell her. From what she could scent, there was no blood, but her senses were dull in the meantime anyway. She was completely exhausted and needed rest, but if the man needed anything herbal wise, she would definitely help him the best she could before he went on his way.