Shadewood You gonna finish that?

The youth huffed at the southerner's harsh words. It didn't have to be that way yet it could be. That's how packs were run. She'd just have to sit back and deal with it, she supposed.
"Doesn't have to die..."  she vaguely murmured, more like a whisper of air passing from her lips. She turned to see that the form had indeed fled. 
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Phex moved to her mate, pressing her nose to him for comfort. She'd been hurt, the cat was going to be hunted and killed. She took a deep shuddering breath, feigning her grief for the predator for shock. She couldn't seem like a soft-ass now, could she?
"I'll be fine when it's cleaned." She pulled back from Laroche, cupping her ears and willing brightness into her gaze. It wasn't hard to do so looking at him. "It's just a scratch." She turned to lick at it, confirming what she'd felt. It'd hurt a lot but she could handle it. She'd seen worse wounds of wolves that barely grunted.
They were true warriors. Like Laroche.
She grinned properly, remembering that first meeting.