Horizon Ridge ~Singing softly to the empty night~

The female watched him. She was indeed not troubled by his injuries. Any male with out them among her people would have been seen as having an incomplete life, and unworthy of family on this place, or the feast at the tables of the father.

"No, I will not take a healers talents - my body has delivered three healthy litters. It will respond to what is missing in the time it needs. Until then, I will simply have to wait. My mind will be much longer in the healing then my body - so their is no great rush. I will celebrate their passing on the next great moon. Until then, I do not think I have the mind for it."

Yes, celebration. It was how her kindred looked upon death.

Her heart was yet to heavy for the proper response. Another challenge which would linger in her future was as most females - she would cycle into season in the weeks after giving birth. She had no intention of having another liter and would challenge any brute who tried to test her boundaries.

She was gentle, but by no means weak. As were the women of her kind, so often required. She tolerated the boorish men of her people, with a passive fondness. She admired their strength, and respected their ability to protect their own. She would also be equally as quick to challenge them if they doubted their own strength as a female and life bringer.