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She was shaken and trembling, and it was the way of a head wound to bleed but the wound itself was little more than skin-deep. A slash that parted her fur and skin and would remind her of the dangers that came with hunting deer, so that she might learn to respect the keen sting of their dagger-like tines. Otherwise, though, she was thrilled from having been a part of a hunt that had been new to her- and while she was tired, a part of her wanted to renew their chase and hunt the deer until it fell to its knees. She'd been given a taste of the thrill of deerhunting- and she'd liked it. 

She remained obediently at her mother's side while her wounds were tended to, though she wondered if the sea had not already done a good part of cleansing her wounds which stung, but were free of sand and debris. She nudged her mother's chin, and forced her tail to wave so that she might reassure her mother that she would be alright. She uttered a soft, purling growl of thanks. Like those she was born to, her skin was tougher than sharkskin- and she placed the blame on the deer itself, not her mother or the sea that had otherwise kept her from being gutted completely. 

She moved to Haunt's side, and went to tuck herself against her- but then reconsidered the action, and moved to Haunt's other side, so that the blood that still seeped from her sounds would not stain the pale woman's fur. She nosed at Haunt's cheek, offering a soft whine of reassurance for her friend who she felt should feel no shame for having been bent back by the waves.