Boartusk Heights I eat boys up, breakfast and lunch.

The stranger seemed to be enthused about having fought such a mighty predator, and Niamh merely smiled, slightly, and nodded. "Just what I need," She said, but not without a tinge of pride. Sure, the claw marks would make for a pretty cool scar- but she wasn't entirely sure that was the image she wanted to have. After all, she did still want to stay relatively prety, and wasn't sure what Colt would have to say when she returned with yet another scar added to her face. 

Caiaphas was injured, though, and likely needed a bit more medical attention than Niamh did. "Let's get back to the pack." She said, giving her friend and packmate a gentle nudge. She turned back to the loner, and again bobbed her head in thanks. "Appreciate the help, friend; take care of yourself, now," She said. Normally, Niamh might have been more inclined to learn more about the wolf who had bravely jumped in to help them fight- but right now, she was tired and injured, as was Caiaphas, and she wanted to get down from the godforsaken mountainside as soon as she could.