She wish she had the bastard’s tail. It would’ve made a great trophy, though she wasn’t sure where she would’ve stored it since she wasn’t bunkered down anywhere permanent. It would’ve been more of an inconvenience to her to have to carry it around everywhere, but whatever. It still would’ve been pretty satisfying.
Instead Jote slowly made her way from the meadow to the hollow, following the river as it flowed south until she was too tired to continue. She needed a break, especially after that outrageous fight she’d had not too long ago. Luckily, her wounds would likely heal on their own in time since they weren’t anything too severe. Right now she was more concerned with cleaning them off; the last thing she needed was any possibility of infection festering in her.
The puncture wounds in her hip really weren’t that bad, but they still stung with every step she took, though she tried to hobble on that leg moreso to reduce the amount of pain she felt. The rip in her ear made her more pissed off than anything and the scruff of her neck was a pain she’d long forgotten, having since been replaced by the newer ones. It was a long day, but at least she was alive.
The sun began to set as Jote took up a prime viewing spot next to the nearly frozen-over river as it wound towards the trees. Well, at least it would’ve been a prime viewing spot if it wasn’t mostly cloudy overhead. Still, the sunset hues were visible around the clouds and it was enough to put Jote’s mind at ease. It was time to take a rest for the night and in the morning she’d press on until she found a part of the river, or some body of fresh water, that was more liquid than solid to somehow clean herself off in without freezing to death.
But that was for another time. For now she reclined to her haunches, wincing at the pain in her hip and feeling like a wuss now that the adrenaline had drained from her body. Orange eyes steadied on the sky as she did her best to not become angry again about the asshole who attacked her out of nowhere - or at least he did in her opinion. No, no…no more thinking about it…
All she knew was if the next wolf that came along decided to attack her for hardly any reason, too, then that was going to be the last god damn straw. What happened to all the kind wolves around here? She remembered Comet and Torin and their short-lived adventure into the valley together. What happened to those kinds of wolves? All she wanted was a friend again.
Sep 07, 2017 07:26 PM
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