The dark Leader received the shivering boy, instinctively curling her body for his protection even though the violent storm could not reach them within the confines of their earthen den. Immediately she reached for him with her muzzle, licking the cold droplets from his slick coat both to return him from the cold and to erase the evidence from the escapade. Her thundering heart was just starting to ease and the repetitive motion and care for her son brought the amber-eyed she-wolf back to reality. Freed from panic she was able to flash a small smile of gratitude toward Maksim; though an expression was hardly enough payment for saving Mace's life.
Returning her gaze to the eldest boy Ava swallowed the anger that had begun to bubble under beneath her skin, knowing it wasn't true. She was mad because she was scared, and nothing good could come of yelling at her son for his mistake. Absolutely was a little scolding in order, but she was mostly just grateful her little Mace was back safe by the paws of her most trusted pack mate. Lowering her head she touched her nose to his cheek. "You are powerful, little prince," Ava told him, lest a brush with death lead him to forget, "but the world is powerful even more. Nature is a more powerful opponent than anyone you'll ever meet; sometimes you cannot fight." She hadn't intended to preach so much; Ava was certain Mace had learned a lesson without needing to put it in so many words.
Finally she rested her head against the cool dirt, inhaling deeply and appreciating the lesser humidity that she could breathe easier. When Mace stepped away she merely watched him, happy that he hadn't been shell-shocked in to absolute stiffness. Once she understood the direction of his course, toward the green-eyed savior who had plucked him from the cold storm, she would prompt him with a quiet command. "What do you say?"