Honestly she is really concerned about him and the look on her face is one of horror when he mentions that 'she' was rabid, though she is not sure who she is. Clearly he didn't mean the racoon. Fjallraven drops her head and her golden eyes peer closely at his leg but there is no open wound. Nothing that had recently occurred. If he had rabies, and she had heard of it from her mother, then what she had been told was a lie. Her ears cock sideways to catch his words before her head followed, curious of what he was saying. The moonlight seemed to light upon her face and reveal the soft gray lining around her eyes and darkening the charcoal fur elsewhere while glints of gold shined through around her ribs and hips. His fake laugh - or maybe it wasn't fake, who was she to judge? - startles her and her tail twitches in surprise, pupils widening for a fraction of a second as she listens to him. Hears the sadness in his voice. She knows that sadness and that shame. She feels the same way about herself for she was nothing, a useless excuse for a wolf. How many times could someone repeat that without her knowing it was the utter truth? That her mother had been the only one to care for her, maybe love her, but still hate her at the same time?

"I wish I could fix it," she says simply for that is the only thing she knows. That if there is a problem, fix it. She does not think to ask if it hurts for it is obvious by the way his limp has become pronounced that it is acting up. It is only lucky she does not begin to think that it may be hurting as a direct result of his helping her for then she would feel guilt. Then the moment of heaviness is gone. At least for the moment for they were to discuss other things of various import. Fjallraven was a chipper being now that she was relaxed in his presence. She looks at his face once more, scrutinizing him in a way that would possibly make him uncomfortable yet his orange eyes are turned away from her for a moment. Suddenly she turns her body to the side and reaches her maw around to push at her fur; underneath is a jagged scar caused by raking claws. "I have scars too, Jericho. Does that make me a better warrior?" Yet her scars are from a mother who would hold her down and punish her for some misguided idea of disobedience, some slight that was innocent in Fjallraven's part.

The conversation is steered in a disjointed way back towards Asteraia and their budding friendship and her smile is blissful once more as she nods enthusiastically. "Yes, we must go back! If not my friend Reich will look all over for me and I don't want to scare him." She wouldn't mention tha she was somewhat worried that Reich would not indeed look for her. It was a fear put in her heart by her mother's own abandonment, feeling as if someone would leave her, forget about her. But now she had Jericho too and he wouldn't forget her if he came back home with her. Then he could teach her to hunt some more and she could be a worthy little warrior shadow.

Fjallraven laughs suddenly at his scare, a musical sound that surprises even her for she has not laughed... well, she cannot remember. Her eyes widen as she closes her maw with an audible snap and looks down, embarrassed by the noise, as if it is somehow offensive and listens eagerly as he talks. "I KNOW HER!" It busts right out of her maw without her say so and her body is practically being shaken from side to side by the thrusts of her tail back and forth as she bounces on her paws. Fjallraven is thrilled for she had expected to not know who he was talking about. Expected to disappoint him and yet she knew the female! "She is in Asteraia with Reich." Now her voice suddenly casts low, her body stills, and her eyes shift around as if they are being watched. "I think he loves her but she had blood all over her last time I saw her. And I don't think she liked me at first but if Reich lets her come to the den I'll leave if they want." And Fjallraven suddenly wilts beneath his eyes at the idea, not of Everlyse joining the den, but of being forgotten once more and pushed away. Jericho just seems to bring all her troubles out of her.