Seaki
Liana's heart was beating like thunder in her chest, the fight was finally over and the members were already swearing their fealty. It was thrilling and frightening all at once and it took all of her being to keep calm. The calls of fealty made her believe that the pride was ready for this change, even if she wasn't.

She was just a hunter - could she really be the wife of a Jarl. She gave a small huff, smiling at Ghana. Her heart was still pounding. The fight had gone on a lot longer than she expected, and it made her shoulders ache with the tension of stress.

"Ghana," she murmured, seeking his attentions as she walked closer to him. Hekmes was dead, but she needed to check her mate for any injury.

Shicksalswende
It had to be done for the good of the Pride, and whether he fell or not, the fire would have been ignited in others. At least, that had been his hope. Thankfully, the Gods and Goddesses had smiled in his favour, and Ghana had won his fight. He'd taken down Hekmes and triumphed, though the Gods had sought to teach him that the squabble for leadership would not be easily won. Deep down, the pale maned male knew that turn would happen, though he had not expected so much life to come from a lion that hardly ever got up off of his haunches even to take a drink of water. There had been two lessons there, in that moment, perserverence and to not judge one's looks.

His golden eyes scanned those that came forth with vigor and swore fealty to him. He had earned this right, as had the Pride, as a whole. With each oath sworn, Ghana could feel a certain amount of honour and satisfaction. Though, the pleasant feeling was all but momentary, as the large male's body told him. Yes, the exertion and stress of the fight, the wounds inflicted, this would last for a few days at the minimum. He would have to visit one of the Volva's, to see if they could work some magic.

A black ear twitched at the tickling call of his name, and turned his weary attention upon the earthy countenance that was Liana.

Seaki
It had taken a moment for Ghana's golden gaze to land upon her, but when it did she could only smile. She padded up to her husband, surveying his wounds. "You need those looked at," she said in an almost whisper. The sight of the wounds made her heart ache something fierce.

It wasn't the blood, but the fact that her husband had stood so boldly and received them at all. Still, they marked him as a warrior - especially at his survival. Even more so with his new title.

"You'll make a great Jarl."

Shicksalswende
" Yes, I know and I shall, " Ghana replied in just as much of a hushed tone as she, " however; they can wait until a little later. It will do no harm. "

He was unsure if it was the blood, or simply the harrowing reason as to why or how the wounds came to be splayed across his body. It never seemed, from his own perspective, that Liana had been squeemish about blood. The likely conclusion was the fight he had endured but it was not just him. No, everyone in the Pride had braved the fight with him, even Liana. All the black pelted male was, was just a canvas. A Scarred story but one of victory for all.

" ..Only as much as a great Jarlkona as you shall be. "

Seaki
Liana was thankful that the wounds were not as serious as she thought - she would take her husband's word for it after all. She could probably take care of the wounds herself then. She gave a small laugh, merry at the though. She had been young when she came here and... Everything was going to b so different.

She grinned at him.

"We could, perhaps, celebrate your victory then," she gave a small laugh, brushing up against him. "And I can check your wounds more thoroughly."

Shicksalswende
In his weariness, Ghana hadn't quite expected the forwardness of her indirect invitation. One the one paw of it, he knew that he should have expected it, yet on the reverse, he had not. Likely, it was the crash his system was going through, as the adrenaline was wearing off. Still, the encouragement was very welcome. The talking, even the subject matter and the subtle contact from Liana's soft cinamon fur was keeping him awake. A wry smirk was beginning to slither onto his fatigued and battle worn maw. The Gods and Goddesses see fit to give the best rewards for overcoming trials, don't they?

" That would be the greatest celebration, I believe. " The male leaned slightly upon her, " and your presence would be more than welcoming. "

Seaki
Liana gave a small chuckle, nudging Ghana a bit to get him walking. She knew of a small secluded area where he could heal up a bit without the prying presence of the rest of the pride. They would hear the concerns and demands of the rest of the pride later. For now, Ghana needed rest.

And rest he would get.

If something else came of it, then so be it. "Come on then," She murmured, leading him off.

Shicksalswende
Ghana dismissed himself from the others, leaving a silent order to his newfound advisor to handle things for the rest of the day. He was not going to be back for some time, and the Pride could handle the new Jarl taking some downtime, as it were. Rest, and a fun reward were all that he was going to attend to. ..As well as nuzzling his face into the furs on Liana, but that would be during the resting portion of his interlude. It was a gesture that he liked doing while sleeping, even if he was only ever half awake to acknowledge the action.

Seaki
It took them a moment to get to the area. It was shaded by trees and one of the small streams ran off through this area. It would be perfect for cleaning the wounds once they got around to it.

It would take awhile though, she was sure. Ghana needed sleep first. A small hum purred from the back of her throat as she urged him to settle. "Rest now, Ghana," she murmured. In the morning they could deal with things - or at least, she would. Ghana needed more rest than just a day, and there was still Hekmes's family to deal with and his more loyal supporters.

Right now, she didn't want to think about it though, and she focused on her injured husband.

Shicksalswende*
Ghana yawned, wide like the fabled wolf of myth who maw extended to heaven and dug into the earth. Rest, right, that was what his body was alerting him to all along. T'would seem as as though the celebratory shenanigans would have to wait until later. While settling himself down to lay beside the babbling brooke, shaded mercifully by the trees that towered high, Ghana snuck a gentle n** at Liana's haunches. There was little he could see to today, perhaps even tomorrow or the day after that. His advisors could deal with things in his absence, and Liana was a smart female, she had a good head upon her shoulders.

As everything melted away into the sweetness of slumber, he was truly thankful for the favour the Gods showed him.

Heilir Æsir, heilar Ásynjur, og öll ginnheilög goð! (Hail Aesir, hail Asynjur, and all high holy Gods.)”