Hideaway Strath to one in paradise

Last from me, pursuing in Artok thread!

The battle was a bloody one. And New Snow was certainly worse for wear from it. When Old Warrior quit the scene, New Snow was not immediate in her pursuit. She caught her breath, she looked to her mate and assessed. New Snow licked his face in an effort to staunch bleeding she saw, though both of them bred freely. The battle had warmed her, and she did not yet feel the pains of her own injuries.

Then she set off after Old Warrior, knowing that the job must be finished. She followed the blood-spattered snow, her head low, quiet and resolute.