Sleeping Dragon in the space between chaos and shape, there was another chance

@Hvitserk.

There is an itch settled somewhere inside her that she isn’t sure what to do with. The wounds on her shoulder pulls at her skin with every step she takes. When she takes it too far, she feels an ache on the surface of her skin that spreads but it isn’t something she can’t handle. She’d already picked at the scabs earlier that morning to further the scarring and applied the salve of antibiotic to it, no longer afraid infection will set in, but she’d much rather they healed before she stepped up before the rest of them for the most recent death.

Having wandered close to the rendezvous site, Thuringwethil first searches for the young of the pack. She passes by Gavriel with a brief greeting, learning Gyda has spent time upon the borders now that she’s able to stretch her legs, free of their feeding. They had been on meat for a few weeks now and were learning eagerly and just as quickly as she expected. They had Drageda running through them and she expected no less of their contributions than she did of the adults. A soft chuff calls out as she steps closer to the group, hoping her greeting is distraction enough.