Fair skies, negligible winds, no rain in sight and a tired mood, the dark wolf moved slowly. Her gait was lacking the degree of fluidity she normally possessed, instead replaced by the delicacy called for in light of such aches. As to what exactly the trespassing Swiftcurrent wretch had done to her shoulders in smashing her rotten paws down upon them so viciously, she could not say, but damn, it had long since grown tiresome.
The fact that every time she groomed near her wounds, or so much as moved to spur the ache into reality, she was reminded of them... when all she wanted was to forget about the pack of halfwits and will them into nonexistence. This needed to heal up and be done with. At least her scabs were looking good.. and beginning to slough off at the edges. But the hidden bruises were what bothered her the most.
This led her to not be the most sociable of beasts lately, even though the mountainside thrummed quietly with new activity and scents. She had holed up near the upper reaches but now, she headed back down towards the forests, and joined her path up with a small creek. Amekaze stole a quick drink, then ambled on carefully.