wheels of fate

hopefully, for she was not a creature that needed materialistic items to thrive. the fang was enough for her. it was simple and she could see it on a leather string, settling nicely against her chest. Heloise gave a nod, beginning to walk further with Fracture at her side. he proclaimed he was fine - and she wondered if there were any healers in Winterfell like him - and since he was an adult, she did not pester him for details. he seemed a strong man anyway; a little bruising never hurt anyone even if there was more blood than black and blues right now.

still, she resisted the urge to tell him he should get it looked at. if he made no fuss over her, she was not going to make a fuss over him. it was not her place when he had been respectful of her secrets. settling into a comfortable silence, she'd continue on to the makeshift 'camp' that was the blunt of the den site. a bloody trail followed after them as they walked along, but as the cougar's body became rigid so too would the blood fade away. but just in case, Heloise would return and clean it up so no other predator came to their borders.