Moonspear asphyxiated

The stranger quickly fell away from all focus while everything that was left of her went cooling, bloodied, discarded in the dirt. Both of her concerns were seemingly well enough to take it in stride, assuring her with their just a scratch and I'm fine. Which at first glance, indeed, so it did appear. She smelled far too much blood, and spied little nicks and ruffled furs here and there--perhaps enough to suggest a bruise later on, who knew? But for fresh out of a hostile encounter, they were alright. She couldn't tell if she was proud, unnerved, or a little of both and then some but she looked them over the same. "Good.." she breathed, nodding softly.

Although realization seemed to creep on them both as it did for her, too. This rose a wary ripple of her hackles, and Ame's ears splayed back promptly. In the very first instant, she did not realize the gravity of the little, tiny nick on one's ear; scars didn't bother her, not on herself nor on others. It was seeing them both meet a similar cognizance in putting it together themselves that clicked it into place for her because of course, they were painfully identical and this was not.

Still, she measured a breath and exuded a powerful calm, in part for herself. She nosed her snout gently behind Alya's ear, the offending one, and admired the mark up close should the juvenile allow it. "It may take time," she murmured and attempted to swipe her tongue over the mark to clear any blood or otherwise. Her claim was surely not as certain as they wished, but a somberly realistic one. Ears were notorious, and painfully easy to collect the notches on. Even for her offspring, this could be the same. They'd seen notable the scars on their father's hide, and even her own more subtle ones. It was no different for Alya, Hydra, or Lyra. "Flesh may mend with no mark if it is kept clean and tended. Pyx will have something to help soothe any cuts or aches, but whether or not it will be the same as before, there is never a guarantee." Doubled in meaning, she passed a glance to the dead loner fleetingly as she began to move away from her young. Life's only certainty in death itself.

Swallowing, and worried to address the matter of what set the girls apart right now further, she looked upon Hydra. "Want to leave her here to rot, or take it elsewhere?" she asked, well, of the one who'd landed the loner in the position she was in now. As Hydra's kill, it more or less fell into her first preference. While not interested in putting a lot of effort into it, Ame didn't care to lure too many scavengers to here, and neither were times lean enough to warrant dividing her up for her meat (not that there was much to her) so she was hovering near indifferent about it--and just wanting to see it put behind them all, more than anything.