Sun Mote Copse I've been swimming from the Wallace

Fennec didn't visually acknowledge, but she moved towards Niamh and the scent of blood.  She remembered somewhat getting at least one good hit in, but she hadn't realized she'd actually drawn blood until now.  As Eljay had said, cleaning was the most important part, and this one was easy.  The wound was fresh.  Unlike Fennec's shoulder, it hadn't been rolled in the dirt either.  Which, speaking of... she was going to feel that tomorrow.  

She listened to the compliment and gave a bored Yeah, whatever. as her only real reply.  In truth, she was glad to hear it, though some part of her didn't actually believe Niamh fully.  Sure, a badass, but still not competent.  Dangerous enough to shove off of a stranger rather than let her do the job she wanted to do.  Niamh might say there wasn't anything to prove, but she was wrong, and Fennec was deadset on making everyone see.  Not just her.  She was going to prove any wolf wrong who might look at her and think she had nothing worthwhile to offer them.

Carefully, Fennec began to clean the wound, using touch in much of the same way she had with Towhee.  Since these were fresher, there was no dirt, but the fur was a bit matted.  She would get that cleared away and see if the bleeding stopped.  If not, it might be a good time to try out that moss trick Eljay had told her about.