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The pain worn upon her sleeves was hardly something to moan over. Had she been home with the collective and suffered a similar fall, very likely they would tell her to rise and walk through the pain. If something more came of it, then she would rest but know that her body was still weak. Showing pain would have been...laughable in any regard. Surely if they could see her now, her antic and reaction would have been poked and prodded over amidst bouts of laughter, but she cared little about it now. She did what she could to mask her pain and allowed the ache to radiate from its source until it was gone at last. She did feel find, but had learned not to turn down an aiding paw even if it seemed unnecessary. The Nomad smiled albeit hesitantly as she folded to the elder female and nodded. Her posture was stiff initially but gradually melted to a more relaxed state as she was carefully examined by a more skillful eye.
Whilst she remained still, X'yrin let her mind drift, looking up for the lush obsidian fur to the clear blue that enveloped the sides of the mountain. She wondered what more she could do for the lands, her Family. How would they begin to recover from the aftermath of the storm. The Family's allies were lacking a best and surely the wolves of New Dawn had their own repairs to their lives to make. They could not call upon their neighbors at a dire time as this, less they start off their relationship with need, like helpless wolves looking for a handout. No...they would find a way to carry one in one form or another and only look to the alliance as-
X'yrin's ears perked up suddenly and head whipped around to Soran. "Pardon?!" The Nomad about yelped in shock at the dear woman's words. Oh she had heard her speak of pups and her friend now passed... but obviously she had missed something during that time. "What pups?!"