Boartusk Heights on the brighter side of grey

Zsuzsa gave a shake of her fur. Steel eyes glanced over at the chocolate female, seeing how her muzzle was stained red from biting into the neck of the boar. The Saint did not realize right away one of the tusks happened to puncture her cheek until Zsuzsa’s nose caught the coppery scent of blood other than the boar in the air. Judging by the way her tongue flicked several times over a specific spot on her cheek, must have been nothing more than a minor flesh wound. The Acolyte decided not to call attention to it. Zsuzsa assumed she would be fine.
 
One thing she would call attention to was the female in proximity to the Saints territory and on their off the record area. ”Lucky the way things panned out. Otherwise I wouldn’t be as generous having a loner hunt on unofficial pack grounds.” Zsuzsa said curtly. The least the Acolyte could do was offer some boar in an effort of working together, but of course Zsuzsa would insist laying the first claim on the meatier bits. ”Where do you plan to take your portions?” She then questioned. The female smelled of some sweet kind of scent, almost like pumpkin spice, that was unfamiliar with the rest of the scents found around the region.