Phoenix Maplewood darker shadows reigned

@Sebastian ❤ other tag for ref

The yearling's restlessness is persistent; after the incident with the two dark women, she's hyper-aware of how little she belongs. She spends most of her time hunting, unable to forget @Aditya's kindness even if she wants nothing more than to disappear without a word. The constant activity has already taken a toll on her — she's not healing as quickly as she might otherwise, and there's exhaustion clear in her posture. But she's determined to rid herself of the debt. Then, she'll leave this suffocating place — and handsome foreign leaders be damned.
Just now, she's taking a break. She's sore from being up combing the territory since the earliest hours of the morning, and one wound in particular on her neck has re-opened, oozing dark blood and stinging. The inkstain sighs softly through her nose, tucking herself into a dim corner of the Maplewood. The last thing she needs now is to run into another Morningsider — it's so painfully clear she's out of place, all she can feel is bitter.

Sebastian was getting better after the fire. His fur was still a bit uneven but his airways were much better. His sense of smell also returned and was starting to recognize the paths his pack mates made not only by sight but also by scent. His slight limp, an injury before the fire, was also visible as he walked. The big grey male continued on the path, trying to see if he would find any herbs he could use. His whole stash was gone.

The male caught the scent of blood. He frowned and instantly turned to see what was bleeding. He could tell that it wasn't a prey, perhaps even a bit infected. When he continued on he noticed a wolf in the distance. He had heard about a new joiner would it be possible that this was one of those new joiners. Sebastian made himself known that he was approaching. "Do you need any assistance? I am a medic," Sebastian called out. She looked like she didn't want him close.