Dragoncrest Cliffs like a spent gladiator

staying a little vague

Branwen was not without her own wounds following the fight with the bear, but she found herself more bothered by the condition of some of her packmates. Particularly Blixen, who was the first in Drageda she had actually started to befriend. She wasn't quite up to hunting yet herself, but little things like that had never stopped her anyway— so when she came to visit, she was carrying a freshly-dead hare. That was what you did when someone was sick or hurt, right?
Hei, She called as she approached, swinging the hare slightly to drop near the girl's feet. For you. Branwen sat near her with a slightly apologetic smile; she was up and moving, at least. Even if it still hurt a little. How are you feeling? Physically.