*Set after thread with Kyarst*

She slowly made her way from the Orchard to the Knolls, to the den that she shared with her brother. But the girl had to pause when she made it to the Range, stopping to catch her breath and rest her sore body. Flopping down to the cold earth, letting the chill seep into her bones. Letting out a soft breath, her head rested on her paws. She flinched slightly as her neck stretched, the large bite mark on her neck stinging as she moved her swollen neck. Gosh Revenge was going to kill her when he saw her. It had been two days since the fight and she had yet to get any medical attention. She hardly made it home from the battlegrounds, but she could not turn down fighting the large cat. It was a challenge that she just didn't want to turn down. She smirked at the thoughts of it, it had been so much fun! Snickering, she closed her purple eyes for a moment to rest before seeking out her brother.

He'd been quiet the last few weeks, mostly out of Imperium as he attempted to gather some last few herbs throughout the lands. Winter was pretty much started now though and he'd found himself once more quite stationary within the pack. He hadn't seen much of Mercy the last few days, not that he'd been particularly present within their den either. He'd need to find a new hobby today, now that herbs weren't so easy to collect the boy was going to have to find some other way to earn his keep. There weren't so many injuries around here past the last training session so long ago. He'd sigh, in a bored like manner as his paws carried his pale form through the newly fallen snows. He was two years old now, not that he looked visually different than he had yesterday or the month before. However from a year ago he looked quite a bit more impressive. He'd been at his full height for a year, but now that he roughly met the two year mark his form had finally filled out. His legs were long but no longer held the lanky feel of a teenager. His shoulders and sides were well muscled and chiseled as finely as his father's had been. The only difference in their build was the long tail he'd gotten from Othello. As he decided hunting would become his next past time the scent of blood, or at least a fresh injury, reached his nose. For a moment he would feel excitement for a potentially easy meal when he recognized Mercy's scent within it. That eagerness would turn to dread as he began to seek her out. Had she not made it to him in time? Why hadn't she called for him when she sustained the injury, what if it wasn't even her that was injured? So many questions shifted through his mind as he searched for her. His bright sun shine gaze would eventually find her obviously wounded form in the Range. Her head was down and she seemed way too peaceful for the festering wounds that lay on her back. Now he could smell the start of the infection. These hadn't happened today. He'd race to her side, his heart racing as he thought that as soon as he touched her she would be dead. "Mercy, you better be breathing.." He'd mutter to himself as he reached down to nose at her side. "Speech"

She was enjoying her little rest, even almost drifting off to sleep when she thought she heard the pounded of paws. Her ears flickered slightly, but otherwise she didn't move. Not until a nose pressed against her. One purple eye snapped open as she looked up at her brother, a brow raising. "Do I look like I'm dead?" she asked, grumbling. It was then that she remembered her wounds, and the fact that it probably did look like she could be dead. Realizing that her ears pinned back and she smiled sheepishly up at him. Shit. If she wasn't dead not, he certainly was going to kill her now. "I uh... was just on my way to see you." she mumbled, slowly raising herself to her paws shakily. She wanted to shake out her pale pelt, but she knew that the movement was going to pull on her shoulders as well as her neck. Mercy's tail tucked between her legs in anxiety as she looked up at Revenge, shuffling on her paws slightly. She just knew that she was in for an earful, her head lowering slightly. She winced slightly at the pull on her wounds but she was sorry, and knew that Revvy couldn't be happy with her right now.

She didn't even seem to care that her back was ripped open. From concern that she'd died to a feeling of anger Revenge's emotions seemed to switch on a dime. The emotion was intense, but only lasted a few moments as he realized that she was still in very real danger. The growl that had been growing in his chest quickly turned into a heavy sigh as she stood up. "Yeah right." He'd answer as he went to start cleaning out the infected flesh. His gaze didn't linger on her features, but the agitated flicking of his tail would convey his distressed emotions. "You taste rancid." Revenge couldn't help but add as he used no gentleness in cleaning. He could figure out what herbs to give her later, now he'd just enjoy the literal tongue lashing he gave her. "Speech"

He just sat there and growled at her, all while she just gave him a small smile. He said nothing for a very long time, which made her shuffle very uncomfortably. But he finally stopped growling and sighed instead, making her ears perk in hope. But no, he only doubted her actions. "Honestly, I was..." she muttered grumpily, but said nothing else. Mercy stood very still as he started to clean her, flinching at his rough treatment of her wounds. It was her turn to growl, and she jumped forward in an attempt to dislodge him from his cleaning. "Gee thanks, ass hat." She growled, but then flinched at her own harsh words. Sighing, she shook her head. "Sorry, I didn't mean that... You have every right to be mad at me. I survived fighting a damn tiger though." Her tail fluttered, tossing her heat scent towards him as she was unable to hide her pride in the fact. Sure she lost, but it was so much fun!

Mercy turned back to her brother, trying to bump her nose against his cheek and hummed softly. She didn't mean to be so harsh, but damn his cleaning hurt. Pressing a soft lick under his jaw line, she turned back around to present him her cuts once more. She knew that they had to get cleaned, and that even if he was gentle it was probably going to hurt like a bitch. Her claws dug into the snow on the ground as she braced herself against the pain that was sure to come. "Let's just get this over with..."

He was annoyed with her, maybe more than he'd been their entire life. It was only because he was worried about her though, a tiger was deadly what was he supposed to do if she'd been killed? He would have never known what happened to her. He was frustrated because he was worried. That emotion easily transferred into the rough grooming and he'd earn himself a growl and a disgruntled patient. He'd scowl as she leapt away but he wouldn't start growling again. She'd apologize, making sure he knew that she'd survived a tiger attack. He'd sigh, calming now he was more aware of the scent she carried. He hadn't noticed yet, she musn't have been in the den since starting. Now as she flicked her tail proudly behind her he'd get a little distracted by it. He was two years old as well now, and the scent of her tried to overwhelm him. She turned back around though, realizing he guessed that she really needed to get cleaned up. She'd offer him an affectionate nudge and a kiss before turning around again. He was close to getting his signals mixed up. The desire to mount her was incredible and he almost did before her heat scent was interrupted by the pungent scent of infection. He'd sigh again as he pressed against her side and went back to her wound. His tongue was much more gentle as he ran it across her wounds He was going to have to reopen and close them again. "You're lucky I love you so much." He'd mumble as he worked. "We'll have to make our way back to the den so I can get some herbs onto this." He'd obviously calmed pretty much completely. He'd been upset with her, but she wasn't dead and that was something. Still, she needed to come to him quicker than what she had. "Speech"