Blackfeather Woods There is a first for everything.

She had a few scrapes and bruises. After all she had not been skilled with killing, it was clear how mangled the body was, yet that was probably also because she wanted the other to feel pain. She had tortured the other wolf, and did not go for a direct kill because she didn't want to and because she had a few faint idea's where you could kill a wolf quickly, but not be very willing to try it.

The girl noticed that the scrapes she had might be more like cuts. Though they were shallow, the bite wound on the side of her neck did look painful. Yet she didn't show any sense of pain, it didn't hurt compared to the pain she felt before. She ignored it. Same for her sister that acted all worried. Her pale gaze turned to her sister. "Hurt is just relative aspect," she deadpanned. For another this might hurt but for her, numbed of her feelings, she managed to ignore it.