ooc:
Once her mind had been made up to get up, there was no reason for her to go against the pull into the waking world. Slouched and audible though she was, her mind was still very much trapped in the dreaming realm until it was jarred to the present by movement beneath her. Compliantly the female rolled off her mate and onto all fours on their bed. The scent of their combined musk was heavy drenched on them, causing her nose to wrinkle and head to momentarily spine by the heady waft as it struck her nose.
But that was not all that hit her delicate sense violently. It was a coppery scent better associated with the life force that drove living beings to move. It had grown stale doing the night, but was every much there. From the ground, she looked up at her mate and the fur that clung uncomfortably to his back, adhered by the drying crimson stain. She stopped herself before she could ask what happened, mainly because the answer was obvious and stained the tips of her claws with drying red. And the fool couldn’t have sounded more oblivious.
“What do you think happened?” she groaned irritably, more at so at the stained pelt than his pained expression. She had taken great care in skinning that hide and now it was ruined with blood. Unlikely a simple dip in the river would remove that deeply set of a stain. Roughly, she took one of his unraveling braids in a vengeful grasp and pulled his face forward as she balanced on her remaining three limbs. “You ruined our pelt…” she pouted in the midst of her scolding him. Even if her claws were the ones that made the initial damage, he was the one that bled over their comfortable furs. “Killing an elk that big was a chore… and it’s doubtful there will be another bull roaming around this season.” So than stating a natural fact, her measured tone ascended with a subtle inflexion, eluding to a task of compensation for messing their blanket. “…and someone has to set and mind the shop…”