Her dainty form, delicate and beautiful, was now horribly marred by two swift strikes by the she-bear who they had successfully evicted from the land. Her shoulder was currently useless, as the great curved claws of the Ursa had torn through flesh and muscle and sinew. For most wolves, it would be a painful annoyance, a hindrance to their motion that would heal in a short few weeks time... But it was not so with Nimueh. Her dainty form was not from inactivity and a life of leisure, but because of the genetic disorder that afflicted her so completely. Her tissues - tendons, ligaments, muscle, collagen, sinew, and flesh were marred. The framework upon which they would normally lay had not been formed in an appropriate fashion and thus could not support normal growth. Once injured, it took months to fix itself. None of the tissues grew in the correct orientation, and each new fiber threatened to tear before maturing. Her recovery from this battle would be long and painful - of that, the she wolf was sure. Painful day after day was in her future, along with - no doubt - infections, seromas, and all other sorts of complications

But it had been worth it.

Their task was complete, their plan carried out not exactly as planned, but the results were final. Dante was now an Alphess of an empty land that had been resting for months while being tendered to by a pair of blithering bears. There were no previous pack members remaining in the land to challenge her claim to the throne, nor to have questionable loyalties. It was a fresh start for the terra, for Dante, and for them all.

Why Nimueh had, after all this time, finally decided to declare loyalty to this fae was unclear, even to herself. Her past was dark and full of betrayals, hurt, and pain, false accusations that had threatened to steal away her life. She was not one who forgave or forget, but she had decided to play the odds and bet that this time, it would be different. The Iberianess was no fool, nor naive, nor innocent in any sense of the word.

Was there a chance that Dante would give up on them all? Yes.

Was there a chance that once again, her unique set of skills would be abused? Yes.

But there was nothing that suggested that that was the future, that that would be her future. Dante had reasons to want the pack, though she did not share the entirety of her past. She had not asked strangers to fight her battle for her, but had instead fought alongside them, risking her own life at the same time. But more than that, the two things that spoke most to the femme's status of character were the loving sister that had followed her without an escort all of this way, and the character from the past, the Saiorse who still pledged loyalty after so much time apart. Yes... Dante was worthy of not only their throne, but their loyalty, allegiance, and trust.

As the bear fleeted, the pack had collected themselves under her lyrics and assessed their wounds. Nimueh took mental note of the way her body moved, as her nerves could not always be fully trusted to tell the extent of damage. 'Our alliance with Aurora Borealis gives us access to one of the best healers in Blossom Forest and everyone will receive attention from her whether their injuries are visible or not. Thank you. ' Nimueh smiled, hiding the pain that sought to show through her portals and turned to her flesh, tenderly beginning to clean the wound. Any injury inflicted by another carnivore was dangerous, for both teeth and claws were imbued with bacteria, and with her predisposing conditions to infection, Nimueh wanted her wounds clean as soon as was able. Nimueh had no knowledge of this healer... But was an herbologist herself. Though her speciality was in other things - witchery, poison, hallucinations, and the like, she had a basic understanding of first aid.

That was when she realized that Rodan had collapsed. Nimueh tried to raise herself to her paws but collapsed just as quickly, the inflammation from her injuries spreading to her opposing limbs nerves, affecting all of it. And so, she turned to her side to rip moss off a rock to dress her wounds and noticed browned limbs in her eye's line of sight. Colorless pools, with only blackened pupils to tell their motion, glanced upward to find a wolf she did not know by name nor by sight. But in this stranger's maw was a collection of herbs that Nimueh could only name a few of. "You're the healer, I presume." Nimueh fluttered her lids and smiled coyly, never one to miss a chance for flirtation or a fling. But the femme seemed not to notice, and instead brutishly nodded her head. 'Aye. Now stay still and stop your squirming until I get to you.' Nimueh coughed and raised her eyes - normally she had more of an effect on others. "Dante, I dare say you have the oddest set of friends."

Hellene turned her gaze to the Ethiopian who now was Queen and dipped her head. "Reporting for duty, with regards from Kalgalath."