Raven's Watch This is why we can't have nice things

Cahira Had spent most of her time on this part of the mountain. So far, she hadn't run into any wolves and prey was pretty easy to come by. Today, she found a nice, sunny spot and had spent most of the afternoon there soaking the warmth of the sun into her tawny coat. The wounds she had suffered had all pretty much healed, the only evidence now was new pink skin where any punctures had been. 

She owed the healing of the wound that had been infected to a lone wolf she had come across who had been brazen enough to strike a deal with her. She helped him hunt, and he had treated her infection. It was unorthodox, but she wasn't in the mood to die yet, especially at the hands of a wolf. All was well now, though, and she hardly thought about the fight anymore. 

So, she pushed those thoughts from her mind and just thought about how good the sun felt on her face, her tail periodically making slow, lazy movements up and down.