Bearclaw Valley To the ends of the Earth

He was tense when Onyx left to prove herself to the Alpha, though he didn't falter in his submissive posture. He had caught her look, so wounded but filled with determination. What  had that been about? Was she upset about what he'd said? It was  only common sense, with injuries such as hers she shouldn't be hunting at all. He wasn't trying to say she was useless or anything of the like, for God's sake he'd witnessed how good she was at hunting himself. Yet she had gone off anyway. Surely she knew that she was going to hurt herself even more by pushing like this. They could have found somewhere else to go...he should have turned away and lead her somewhere nicer when he'd first noticed the cold way Xan seemed to act. 


The sound of a dragging Carcass made hin lift his head and he turned to look over at Onyx. He noticed the limp and frowned, his eyes filling with concern. As she stood next to him he inspected her silently and noticed the blood dripping from her shoulder. He sucked in a breath but held back his words as Xan began to speak. They'd been accepted and rewarded (was that even the right word for it?) with Onyx's catch. "Thank you" He said and after Xan walked away he turned to Onyx. "You're bleeding. He never should have asked that of you. Im perfectly capable of hunting for the both of us and the pack, you should have been given time to heal. If you push yourself you could go lame!" his voice was tense as he moved forward to sniff at her wound. He began to lick away the blood gently, body tense with anger and concern for Onyx.