*Her*
When Tony defeated Brutus, everything and everyone stopped, the wolf that Amelia had been fighting was puffing hard but didn't make a further attempt to fight her. All the wolves present in the field then bowed before their new Alpha. Amelia sat on her haunches and wagged her tail. She was proud of their mate. That was when she remembered her father was injured. She sat bolt upright and began scanning the surrounds for him.
He was standing not far off, holding an injured arm.
Persephone urged Amelia to go and check on him.
She bolted in his direction, and slowed down when she got close.
She slowly padded towards him and sat a small distance away. He smiled at her and bent down. Amelia walked forward and put her muzzle in his open hand and licked it. Her father smiled at her.
