Cry Havoc

Natha struck down her attacker, a chilling growl hissing from her throat. The moment victory was obtained she turned and sauntered back over toward Resin then went a step further and leapt up the nearest tree. She settled on the lowest branch to lick the wolf blood off her paws while she grumbled to herself. Logically, she was a Lieutenant and this was a raid and of course she was supposed to fight, but as a feline she was prone to bouts of moodiness and she did not feel like participating any more. She was done. The rest of Armada could handle this raid.

Natha settled down on her stomach, licking one of her paws before bringing it back to clean her ears then turning her attention to her scruff. She did as best as she could to clean up the blood but it was obvious she was going to need a little help with that location.