Sex: FemaleA heavy sigh broke past her lips as the dark audits atop her head moved to lay flat against the fur of her neck briefly at the words of praise the young prince was giving her. He believed so much in her, so much more than anyone else ever had and it brought a small smile to the inky lining of her lips despite the cirucmstances surrounding them. "You had me worried, Dea." She offered before giving his shoulder a proper look over. The wound wasn't as bad as it first looked, barely breaking through the skin to lightly graze over his growing muscles. He would live and the shoulder would heal although there was no denying the fact that a scar would lay atop the section of torn flesh. Luckily for him though the plush of his fur would make due of covering it for the most part once it began to grow back around it. The scar could make a good lure for bringing in the ladies once he was old enough to experience his first heat, but that was still another year away.
Nodding in acknowledgment of the swarthy pup's words. Elettra was indeed a wolf of many talents that Enoki had come to notice since her first days within the Ridge. Most days the dark queen could be found inside her medicine den where the aroma of herbs and various other plants lofted out into the air once one got close enough. "Maybe she can do something to take the sting away from my own battle wounds." The piebald woman joked lightly as she began to feel the pain of her own souvenirs. A set of claw marks across her muzzle that were starting to throb now that her excess amount of adrenaline fled her body. The fight was over and everything was starting to calm down. Stealing a glance over her shoulder at the slain weasel on the ground a snort and small growl echoed in her throat. What would she do with that thing now? Someone at the pack den may have some use for it if even just to gnaw on its tail.
Turning away from Deacon momentarily she lowered her head to gather a mouthful of fur as jaws wrapped around the tail of said beast. Enoki wouldn't be able to carry it as easy as a rabbit, but she could drag it with her. "Leth gwo." Her words came out muffled by her mouthful, tilting her head towards home to signal Deacon that it was time to head back before something else tried to come out and eat the Archer son.
