Though she was in a lot of pain, Zeteri couldn't have felt happier. The pack was fed, the others were safe with a few only having minor injuries, and she had gained a new rank. This was truly a great day for the dark wolfess. And in a flash she was reminded of her current situation and was brought back to the here and now. Wraith was gentle as he continued to lick the wound clean, but Zeteri couldn't help but wince in pain each time he lapped the gash.

It was clear she would be out of commission for a while as the flesh mended itself. A great battle scar it would be. A memento of her first hunt in Taviora. The scar would be worn with pride! Ears cocked forward as Zeteri listened to Wraith reply to her question and she nodded. "You are quiet fast and in a way that is strength. A pack is only as strong as the wolves who live there. If we were all big, bulky wolves we would have a huge weakness. But because you are here, you can help even everything out with your speed. I wish I had your skill, Wraith," she said. Her voice was strained from the pain but she didn't want to let on.

After a few moments, Wraith left to gather a few supplies and Zeteri did as he commanded. Though she wanted to sleep the day’s events off in the comfort of her den, she knew it was best to let the healer do his job. With a grunt she laid down, keeping her wounded shoulder as still as she could and exposed so the small male could continue to work when he returned. Zeteri turned to Coza and smiled at her leader. He sure knew how to pick good wolves to strengthen his pack and Wraith was no different.

Sure, he was a bit odd but it looked like he had a good head on his shoulders. "He's a good wolf. Where does he come from?" Zeteri asked, curious about whom her healer was. With Taviora being such a new pack, she knew that only the pups born this year were true wolves of the pack. Everyone else was like her, a loner who had found a home. She wanted to know about Wraith and she had a feeling he wouldn't tell her everything had she asked him rather than Coza.

It didn't take long for the quick pup to return. Wraith had a cluster of small, black seeds on his paw, which he lifted up close to Zeteri. She tilted her head to the side, not in an untrusting way but more out of curiosity for what the things were. He said they would help to ease the pain and she nodded, lapping them up. With each crunch, a strange flavor burst in the hunter's mouth. It was odd and unfamiliar, but it wasn't unpleasant.

Once they had been ingested, Zeteri smiled up at the young healer and bowed her head. "Thank you, Wraith. You have saved me this day. I think we are even now, eh?" she said playfully. Soon the poppies would work their magic and ease the pain in her shoulder and sooth her to sleep. But for now, she was content to lay with trusted friends in the home the all shared.