The journey had taken a bit longer than Nineva would have liked, but she wasn't cruel, and so they had taken a few more rests than normally would be needed for Judas to maintain his strength. Coyotes were still an issue as well, one of the reasons Ramiel had been brought with them, but the three of them were an intimidating enough force, even if the small doe they dragged with them seemed opportune. It was Judas alone who tugged it along, just a part of his punishment for acting so brashly. His own wound had been tended to, and betwixt her teeth Nineva carried a loose bundle of herbs and paste-slathered leaves. Both would be gifts of apology for what had been done.
Hopefully, they would be received well, but she would take not having to call on her young consul for the second possibility he'd been asked to guard against; an outright attack from the Edge wolves.
In a way, she would understand it, as she herself adhered to an eye-for-an-eye sense of morality. However, if Judas' rough description held true, the two involved in the tussle were already even; he'd been wounded as well. They were here to make up for it being started at all.
Reaching a courteous distance from where the scent marker's of the pack grew heavy, Nineva stopped. Her mismatched gaze gave Ramiel a meaningful look, signaling what they had spoken about prior: that he would stand back, within sight but at a distance. He was here as a precaution only, as it was hers and Judas' responsibility to make amends. However she would not attempt to hide him, nor give the impression that she was attempting to come in force.
Head tilting back, she called for the leadership of the Edge.