oh the misery

At his confirmation, her gaze swept over the pelt once more, this time slower, drinking in every detail as she tried to imagine the beast, still alive, and this mountain of a man being the one to bring it to its doom. Certainly impressive, even if he had a clear advantage over most other wolves... though not without taking some licks of his own, it would seem. Just as he'd seen her injury as she winced, she too now noticed the stiches in his shoulder and the odd miscoloring of his forehead when he grimaced.

Still, even his injuries were impressive, especially compared to the silly sprain she'd endured from just not watching where she placed her feet.

A scoff escaped her lips his next question, both amused and a bit embarrassed. "No." She awkwardly stepped back, not so subtly avoiding using the paw as much as she could, and lightly kicked the pitiful fruits of her labor closer to him, unaware he'd already seen the rabbit before approaching. Damn thing.

Something like that maybe needed further explanation -- how exactly does a creature a fraction of your size injure your whole foot? -- but nothing she could think to say, in so few words, seemed good enough, so she just left it to him to fill in the rest. She hunted. Hunting requires running. Do the math.