Silva was healing fairly nicely, but she did still need Roaen's help to stand up, breathing hard as the pain wracked through her. She wasn't even really mad at Hekhem as she held her nose to the wind and noticed his scent getting fainter. Nor could she really fault Claire for wanting to go with him, as Dax had been pretty harsh on both of them but he was the Alpha and that was his right. In a pack where there was no blood relation, a first for the little silver wolf, actually, they would need something else to keep them together. If the two walking away didn't want to help cultivate that, then as far as Silva was concerned they were better off leaving.<br/><br/>Huffing and whining softly, Silva moved after the others. Her usually considerable speed was hampered by her injuries, but she was still able to almost keep up with the other two wolves of their currently diminished pack. She lumbered in a minute or two after they got back to the house, and she too changed, wincing a little as she did. Her wounds were still visible on her now naked slender frame, but even in human form they were healing. She padded her way to where she could smell the others, still not feeling worthy of getting to share the Alpha's bed, but with just three of them there were only two females, anyway, so even the Omega was second in line.<br/><br/>The young silver haired woman shivered lightly as she stood in the doorway, knocking loudly on the side of the wall in the way humans did. "You said you wanted to see me, Alpha?" her wounds were already little more than angry looking welts, having long since stopped bleeding or presenting any real danger or impediment to her, they were just sore and she winced again as she stood there peering into Dax's room.