The stifled yelp had been what drove her forward several short and sudden steps before she composed herself enough to stay still. Her ears flickered back in nervousness nonetheless, unsure as to what she ought to expect now that his pain had been confirmed. It seemed Tithe had the typical warriore-sque nature though, adamant to hide his pain despite the obvious severity of it. She had seen plenty like that in her lifetime; nobody wanted to admit their weakness even when it had clearly been taken advantage of. It made her sigh inwardly, her head shaking slowly as she heard Tithe scramble forward, his bark of assurance doing little to assure her at all.

Nonetheless, she bowed her head as he greeted her, more confident in her steps now that she had utmost permission to enter. As she paced forward, she was fast met with the reality of the man's wounds; his chest had been sliced into, the wound all too common in those returning from hunts and it made her breath catch but for a moment before she was able to speak. She grinned, a petite thing that often concealed her age, as she met the warrior's eyes, her voice always so very kind. "It's no bother - it does my muscles good, I think, to make these journeys." She let out a brief chuckle as she stretched up, her toes flexing into the stone for a moment before she sighed with relief, her muscles uncoiled now that she had escaped the heat of the outside.

She used the distraction of pleasantries to watch him closely, her eyes idly drifting between his own and the wound on his chest. She watched the way he moved in an effort to see the damage and what precautions he had taken to alleviate the pain; the movement of those injured often told more about the injury rather than their words alone. Still, she did her best to seem nonchalant as she found herself a comfortable place to be seated. She did not wish to be too direct in fear of inciting some insecurity - often, she found, wolves sought to hide their pain for reasons other than simply deterring a predator or two. She had a feeling that perhaps Tithe had tried to hide up in his den all alone out of some other purpose, as silly as Niviaq might have seen that logic, she had to respect it.

"You went hunting, didn't you Tithe? Did it go well?" She inquired with a calm grin, her eyes finally settled onto his, "It's been some time since I've had the opportunity to hunt anything too impressive. I used to enjoy running alongside my pack after a caribou or boar - difficult to believe perhaps, but I had my own share of nasty run ins!" She chuckled again, motioning down to her legs; in the heat, her fur had thinned and revealed the criss-cross of patchy fur and scars that ran the length of her legs and up her chest. Several others had made marks on her flanks and back. Admittedly, they had not been caused by a boar at all but rather the cataclysm of Moladion and yet, it seemed easier to simply fake it in order to have Tithe elect to accept help without any insecurity or shame. Besides, she quite liked the idea of getting to know him better.