Two Rivers Isle Learn to make a pumpkin spice latte, you psychopath

With the help of Malice, her sister by her side, she had made the journey back home certainly more than a little worse for wear. When she finally came to the river, the narrowest part she old find she traversed with a few shaky moments. When finally she reached the other side she stepped shakily up onto the bank, if anything the river helped clean days worth of filth and blood from her normally pristine pelt, now ragged.

Exhausted yet again, she immediately sought the shade of an oak, and collapsing on the bed of leaves turned her gaze to Malice, allowing her without any type of complaint to do as she would. Turning her attention to her mangled back leg, she twisted it awkwardly toward her and begun the heavy task of cleaning it.

only when her tongue sank into a divot did something click, as she carefully nosed over the painful, raw area with unease.

the bitch

nemesis had taken one of her toes. Gone, completely. Her eyes slotted in the mere audacity of the injury as she slowly begun to continue attending the leg that was not all there anymore.