Broken, Bruised, Not At All Amused

The Archer’s wry grin would be hidden from the younger wolf as she moved to fetch the oiled skin Asla had requested. That thing on her leg looked like a real pain in the ass (probably literally really), and if nothing else at least skinning the fox might give her some sort of distraction. The skin was easily picked out by scent alone, it wasn’t unpleasant, exactly, just, well, oily.

Sedna moved to roll it out in front of Asla and gave the other wolf a smile, quickly adding her own name, "Sedna," to the mix by way of introduction. It was a relief that she wasn’t the only one checking in on the princess, and it made her happy to know others worried about her too, without being pitying or coddling about it (not that she thought the young Fatalis would tolerate such anyway). An ear turned to take in the girl’s aunts assessment and she nodded along, up until the last, "Yer might recover fully too, so mind yer aunt an’ don’ push it too early or yer’ll be carryin’ it through every stiff breeze an’ every comin’ storm." She warned with half a grin, to show that her doom and gloom was at least half a tease, "Plenty ter keep yer busy without havin’ ter chase yer down, this fox won’t skin itself, and I’ll jus’ fill it with holes if I try," Her goading was meant in good humour, a smirk and a chuckle on the edge of her exhale. Might as well make the most of it while the other girl wasn’t in a position to kick her ass for smart talk.

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