Haunted Wood but I can’t pretend

She nodded, sitting down to look at the raking marks properly.
She quickly licked the welling blood, making the flow staunch for now.

The red was barely visible on her coat, the blood only being noticeable for it matted and clumped her fur together.
She looked at Famine, who seemed pretty distressed. How did he handle having his face mauled then?

"If a cat ever get's you like you were, you're fucked," she stated. Cats fought by grappling each other and digging out each other's guts with their back legs. "Never face a cat alone. Or a bear unless you can offer it food," she grinned. Bears liked food and were often more complacent when given it.

She'd even heard of bears and wolves feeding alongside each other.
"I'm fine," she assured him, standing up after a few more licks which resulted in a lot less of the coppery tang of blood.
"But I think that's enough for today," she grinned, tail waving softly.
She indeed treated Famine as her own, and she knew he didn't care much for den life, but that's ok to her. As long as he could guard her children - of which she was yet to start training - whilst she went to war, she would forever call him her son.