Clare's body tensed up enormously, her back arched and her eyes screwed shut as she gasped in pain. After a few minutes, though, the wolf slowly relaxed, her breathing gentle and slow as she stared up at the ceiling with wide eyes. She still looked a little beaten up and was clearly still fatigued, but the cuts had healed into scars and her belly button had stopped bleeding. Slowly, Clare looked up at the figure, blushing a little as she realized that he was touching her. Strangely enough, though, she didn't mind as much, though for the life of her she couldn't recall way after all the pain she'd had to endure. "...That was... interesting," she murmured, swishing her tail slowly as her eyelids returned to half-mast. The wolf's blush darkened a little. "... The leader... he's dead?"
(I've got to sleep now. See you tomorrow, hopefully. Goodnight!)