Grouse Thicket thou bleeding piece of earth

The woman did not seem surprised to hear that Aeronwyn knew the name of her packmate, but she did have the audacity to suggest that she did not belong here. Her gaze narrowed, and she opened her maw to deliver a report, but did not move from her position, half crouched over Nico. "I-" He spoke. She relaxed in the slightest, tremendously relieved. 

There were a number of ways, however, the wraith may have finished that sentence. "I saved him" "I think you have much less place being here then I do."
"I love him."
Of course, all of these things went unsaid, the latter being a rather new and alarming feeling that the wraith thought she may have identified at last. Perhaps, love was too strong a word. Very much like or slightly love didn't quite do it, though, and she had yet to identify the intensity of her emotion, though it was placed under stress here. Nico, she had discovered, was more than a friend. Though she could not voice it, save for in the direst of situations. For love was a fantasy, a story, to her. Not something tangible, as she felt now. And it unnerved her, as many things had since she had first met the male. 

His trademark grin, a few slow words. It caused the ghost of a smile to dance on her lips, she ignored the other for now as she looked at him. But the rage, diminished was still there, though for now overcome by relief. "Nico." The first word was unsteady, it portrayed emotion, relief, thankfulness. "How do you come by these wounds? Who has done this?" she said, voice fairly even, but soft. Following up what she could and would do to his supposed attacker seemed a bad idea, and instead she glanced quickly at the other female. For now, she supposed, they were on even ground.