Hoshor Plains wind side

The women's camp. 

The phrase made her remember. He had taken quite a tumble during the chase. Now, he was favoring his leg. He knew as little about skinning prey as she did. That was of some assurance to her.

"I wouldn't mind giving it a shot, but..." Warm eyes slid to him with a flash of concern, going up the line of his sore hip. "You took quite a hit. Would you prefer to go to the women's camp so the healers can check you over? I'll walk with you." 

It was natural for Bronte to put the well being of others first. There were plenty of other able bodied wolves with stronger jaws and more skill to handle to portioning of the meat. 

If he declined, she wouldn't press the issue.

The spark of annoyance at the Sea wolf, @Astera, who she felt was the source of the uproar, still burned bright.