He is tired, and understandably so. She is no stranger to fighting and while typically her teeth turned against prey and not another wolf the wane of adrenaline and the onset of fatigue is little different. Her attempt at lighthearted humor is wasted, despite his best attempt at a smile she can see the pain lacing across his face. Her eyes dart to the blood dripping slowly from the gashes on his muzzle, her nose twitching at the coppery scent almost surprised that it smelt so like the prey she often felled. It seemed that inside, perhaps, they were not all so different. Her ears prick forward at the sound of approach, eyes of ice and gold scanning the area furtively to ensure it wasn’t the one who had lost the battle back for retaliation . Coza shifts against her however, an excited though still pained whine leaving his throat and she relaxes as the form of his mate comes in to view. Her bushy tail wags softly in greeting, she was dangerously close to being civil lately

She is quick to step aside, watching as they hobbled toward each other, she in her old age and he in his agony and something inside of her twitched. Age was a battle they all lost in the end and she could only imagine the hardship one would go through when the other was no longer walking this earth. For a moment she saw her future, she and Zaphkiel no longer able to go on such grand adventures or run freely through the trees, unable to imagine a world where he doesn’t exist or how he would continue on after she was gone. Her two-toned head gives a quick shake, dispelling the thoughts as quickly as she could, dwelling on what may or may not be was useless.

Silently she watches as she takes whatever remedy Moth had brought him for the pain and then looking away as she begins to clean his cuts. She felt like an intruder on a private moment, as if this was some scene she had stumbled in to and was not meant to be here, but she could not just leave as Moth was in no state to protect him and Coszcotl was too exhausted. Finally she cleared her throat, “Is there anything I can get for you?... for him?” The words are quiet but with her deeper alto-toned voice the words resonate between the trees, nothing about her was ever soft. She was no healer or medicine-wolf, but if she was told she could surely find whatever was needed.