The sable female examined the male's hand carefully, smiling slightly when he simply offered his hand to her; there was no argument, Soran knew of wolves that would have been more stubborn at the offer of help. There were more stubborn creatures that would have refused the help, even if they had known that their hand was indeed broken or injured, simply through sheer stubbornness and wishing to prove that they could cope alone. This male seemed to have the good sense to trust the ebony pelted female and she held his hand gently, gazing down at it. The knuckles were scraped, although that was nothing to be too concerned about, after all many of the wolves ended up scraped and sore from simply living in the lands, let alone when they punched trees, naturally it was to be expected that he would have scraped his knuckles a little. The sable female tutted in a motherly tone as she looked at his hand, feeling over the back of it gently, stroking the wounds. It was then that she made a deeper inspection, feeling each knuckle and bone between her forefinger and thumb, it seemed that there was little damage done. Though she assumed that it would be mightily sore for the next few days. She smiled at the male and gave his hand a gentle pat, she was a very motherly creature nowadays, perhaps to make up for the times when she had not been so motherly to her own children, but now, after her last litter she was now happy in the role of mother, grandmother and indeed great grandmother.
"There, no permanent damage has been done. I am sure it'll be a little sore for a few days, but there's nothing broken." The sable lady said gently, not noticing the male's sudden nervousness.
He seemed suddenly very interested in a nearby pine cone and Soran wondered what was wrong, perhaps he was a little awkward, it did not occur to the dark female that he might find her attractive, after all she was an older wolf now and she was rather modest when it came to her looks, although it was true that she was a rather attractive creature, even at her eight years of age. The female smiled and mused on what the male could be thinking, she hoped that he was beginning to feel at home within the pack, she loved her home dearly and she hoped that all that set foot on the lands felt welcome. Well except for the Aniwayan wolves, they would never be welcome here, not in her eyes, not ever. The dark female hated them all at the moment, although she knew that there were many wolves that lived there that did not trust their leader, but still at the moment her rage was too intense to think upon such things, for now all of the Aniwayan wolves would remain unforgiven for their behaviour.
"Is everything alright Kota? Have you found a place to put your den?" The female asked, smiling at him slightly as she did so.
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