returning warrior

Zola would hardly waste her time in reaching his side, at first her gaze was quite pleasant, until she saw his face. A groan would leave him as she rushed to his side, her lyrics dripping slowly as she leaned down next to his sore form. She'd pull at him obviously concerned with their position and he would groan again, a bit more pain filling his voice this time before she looked back down at his bitten paw. "I got in a fight." He'd say, rather proudly as he made it to his feet, finding himself nuzzling into Zola's shoulder as he tried to keep his balance. "It might not look like it, but I won." He'd find himself smirking, it felt good to be able to boast something like that to his sister. If she moved closer into the ship he'd follow her, more than likely leaning a bit of his weight onto her form.