Larksong Grotto Arie

An old woman approached, and the only name that Jhala could place with her was Nova Rose-- the wolf that followed Phares here. Surely this was her? Jhala knew the name of everyone in the pack, it was her job. She didn't know them all by face, but it was her duty to keep track of everyone in the Grotto. She nods quickly. 

"Yup!" she says, "Just a scratch, I can clean it myself," she tells the elder, beginning to lick at the wound again. In reality, however, her shoulder sported a nice, deep gash. Blood ran down her shoulder and leg, washing into the stream and floating away. "Thanks though," she adds, trying to seem polite.