The Victors Enjoy their Spoils

He'd hear her shuffle softly before most of her form would poke from the den. He smelled blood and she looked like a complete mess, even before her words were brought to his ears he felt like something was very wrong. He didn't even notice her farce as she spoke of needing a healer, he was very much willing to help her. He'd step forward and she'd thrust something into his face. He had no idea what he was looking at but he saw blood and flesh and in surprise the pale wolf jumped back and let the think fall to the ground with a loud thump. With wide yellow eyes he'd look from the sickly pale thing back to Esti, for a moment trying to comprehend what part of herself she'd just thrown at him. He'd never seen a lion much less a detached tail.