Blacktail Deer Plateau we are in a state of flux

A heavy silence fills a few seconds when Blixen can’t find the words. Mallaidh sighs and turns away from her, taking a step in the other direction just to try and clear her head. It doesn’t make sense how she’d been found in the first place, she doesn’t have a clue where they are in relation to Drageda but she knows the former pack’s immediate surroundings to know this isn’t one of them. How did Blixen out here? Why is it this she chooses to fixate on, shaking her head when she hears the start of the girl’s apology.
 
Mallaidh looks over her shoulder and smiles, pacing back in her direction. “I don’t know what happened,” she started, licking her lips. “I blacked out for a little while. I think I ran into a tree or something,” she shrugs, “and I woke up somewhere I didn’t recognize, I don't know how long it had been... someone helped me clean up.” She vaguely gestures with a paw toward the right side of her head. A raw scar has formed, mostly covered by fur these days. “I… probably could have found my way back.” Mallaidh takes a deep breath and pauses, as if there’s more to say but she doesn’t have a way to convey it. Her future with Blixen and Drageda had become some grey area she can’t decipher, not sure what she wants of it and only accepting the idea they would reject her. Blixen, standing across from her and confessing her love changes all of that.