She had been worried the entire time for them, but Zelda had taken steps to improve on herself so that the next hunt she would be ready. After she sent them away she spent the evening gathering up her herbs and preparing the allow and moss she would need to cover and dress the wounds. Upon the first howls of victory she was on the move. Grabbing up her pelt bag and taking off towards where the calls originated. It sounded like they didn’t even make it that far out of Taviora. Her heart sunk slightly, worry clutching at her that these giant beasts were getting bolder and perhaps were starting to wander into Taviora. This time it had been routed, a group had been sent to find it and slay it and they had been successful, but what if it got the surprise attack on someone else? Attacked a wolf on border patrol on their own or something similar. She would have to make a note to tell Alexander and his wolves and Eloah to always take someone while on patrol for a while. At least until they were all certain the danger has passed.

She hurried forward but paused when she heard Alexander call on his own. Immediately she felt bad. The last they had met it hadn’t gone well… she had acted completely foolish and lashed out at him when she knew she rightfully shouldn’t have. Today she knew she would have to apologize, let him know what he did wasn’t bad or wrong it was just wasn’t the right time for her. She felt better having learned a little from Mana though, a little more confident if nothing else, but there was still a lot left to learn. She remembered how battered and tired she had been after her first lesson. Right now though it wasn’t exactly the time to think of that. Her long legs carried her and soon she found her nose wrinkling in distaste to the scent of blood. Worry etched on her features when she finally came to see the male. He had claw marks running down his chest, marring his otherwise pristine white fur that was there.

What caught her off guard though was the formality and dismissive behavior towards his injuries instead dropping a black piece of fur and flesh upon the earth. She knew this was her fault, and she wasn’t sure if she could fix it now, but she had to try. Shoving all that aside she rushed up to him. ”You need to sit and relax and get off your muscles. Doesn’t it hurt at all?” She half chided though the worry also was clear in her voice. She quickly grabbed moss from its pelted protection and dabbed it onto his wounds lightly pulling away excess blood before beginning to place aloe on it gently.

”I’m sorry, for that day. I didn’t mean to be so short with you.” She said while she worked looking at him for a moment. ”I wasn’t feeling like myself that day, but it doesn’t excuse what I said to you when you were just trying to make me feel better.” She added pausing to let her eyes meet on his before offering an apologetic smile and setting back to work. ”You want any valerian root? Is the pain bad? Or aloe enough to soothe it?”