Bearclaw Valley eyeshine

The roan followed the madman to the valley he claimed, listening with uncharacteristic attentiveness to what he chose to tell her about Ursus. While she had more questions, she held back; she was beginning to tire, after all. Her shoulder still needed to be tended to, and theyr earlier spar and chase had sapped some of her energy. She was, after all, a sprinter. Like any other, she needed rest. 

Still, she did her best to hide the stiffness that began to creep into the tissue of her shoulder and she straightened slightly when she was informed she would have to pass judgement of the two wolves Merrick had mentioned- his son, and the healer who led alongside them. She glanced at Merrick, and couldn't help but smirk slightly as she nodded. She wondered what they might think to see their leader return with a fresh wound upon his cheek, alongside a stranger.