Bitterroot Valley one night only

All too focused on the task at hand, Freyja had not noticed Seff’s approach. Somehow the coyote, despite it’s smaller size, had managed to pin Freyja down and had every intention of laying a blow to her neck. Despite the madness, Freyja somehow managed to keep her neck safe. This couldn’t be said for the rest of her face, though. Scars littered her cheeks and her forelimbs, scarlet staining her once pristine coat.

At a time that felt like eons after the attack had happened, the weight of the opposing force was lifted. She scrambled to find her footing as this happen, as adrenaline urged her to rejoin the fray, and soon enough she found herself upon her paws once more. She looked on in shock, as Seff caught the other’s muzzle, and sent the creature running in the opposite direction.

Despite her inherent relief, a wave of different emotions crashed upon her as she watched it run off and soon her body shook as she struggled to think one coherent thought. She was still in battle mode, and as such, she stood rigid until Seff turned towards him. In this moment, she turned towards him, taking his lead once more.

Concern climbed to her foregrounds of the chaos within her mind and upon looking at him, she realized how lucky she had been that he had been here. The sight of him bloodied brought tears to her eyes, and she pressed towards him weakly as she cleared the distance between them. She did a quick once-over to assess the damage that had been done and whinned.

“S-Seff,” she whispered unsteadily, weakened by the fight. “Are you okay?!” She pressed further at once to begin to gently lick at his the blood that coated his throat, feeling an inherent need to clean him up and make sure he was all right.