A Pat on the Back {Valen}

She moved off of the intruder, ripping herself away from her. Letting out a loud growl she snorted in her direction, until she saw her alpha in the corner of her eye. She turned her bloodied muzzle towards him, tail slowly wagging behind her. She felt a stiffness in her limbs from the battle, but didn't care if she had won or lost. She did it to protect her pack and its honour, to follow the rules that had been set by the very wolf she walked up to now. She smirked, panting slightly as she fought to catch her breath. This was the first real fight she had been in, and she wanted to see how Valentine thought she did. She wanted to do so well, to make a name for herself. Mercy also had a desire to move up in the ranks, a lower rank was uninviting to a warrior. Dropping her rump on the frozen ground she looked over her shoulder at the woman, growling at her one more time before facing off the bear-wolf. Her purple eyes looked up -- only the real time she had to look up -- and searched his face. "Did I do okay?" She asked, elongated tail smacking against the earth.