[maybe @Sebastian or @Aviana?]
she ought to be able to walk. her limbs are whole, unbroken and unwounded, yet the deep and jagged rip across her rear haunch burns and throbs with every step. today, it is hot and angry and inflamed. her limping gait takes her to one of the streams that run through the territory, remembering easier now to keep her ears still atop her crown, each flicker of them causing shooting pain down the side of her skull where one is severed. 

she hadn't called for or sought out Aditya since he left her to deal with Loir, nor has she sought the company of her brother, who too seems unwell but for different reasons than she. 

finding one of the crooked little streams she sought, she splashed down into the barely-there current, maneuvering carefully so that her torn haunch rests in the current. her jaw is lined with tension at the initial hurt of the water, but the coolness does its job and the wound becomes numb, the water flushing dried blood and the beginnings of infection from the wound; sickness her careful cleaning has been unable to keep away entirely.

her solitude went uninterrupted until the familiar voice of Aviana had her twist her head back, auds perking before she promptly remembered that one was absent and pain jolted through her skull. she moved to grin, remembering to keep her ears still this time as her friend's voice turned to concern. she moved to poke the woman's shoulder with her muzzle, adding, "I'll be fine." her injuries were nasty yet few, and (most) would heal fully. 

"I was hunting in the Maplewood, and a stranger attacked me unprovoked."  that was what bothered her most - she could understand violence if she'd made a kill some other had thought to be there's, or intruded on a loner's small claim. but there was no reason for the male to attack her savagely as he had, which meant the rest of the pack would be at risk if he hung around. her expression faltered a moment before her gaze flickered back to Aviana's. "he was pale - cream and white. massive." 

she was silent as the woman tended carefully to the torn ear and thin scratches around it. it remained that Aviana and Sunny were her closest companions, and without seeing much of her brother, the wounds had retrieved little care. she withdrew to ask more of what had occurred and for a tiny second, something akin to hurt glinted in her gaze. "I'm sure he's heard about it from Shale, or -"  she broke off as familiar voice had her half-twist, gaze alighting on Loir. 

the last she'd seen of the woman, her attempts at remedying the hurt she felt (hurt she could not understand in the least - who wished they'd gotten maimed?) had resulted in Loir making a quick and silent exit. her face settled into something unreadable, and was spared having to probe at the woman's droppiness by Aviana's question.

she watched Loir evenly to see how she'd respond to Aviana's words. would she simply walk away once more, or would the old woman produce some sort of positive reaction? 

attention was stolen by Aviana's next words, and a sigh was narrowly cut off when she remembered the presence of Loir. "I'll speak to him."  an offer made more easily with the presence of the newest joiner, the knowledge that she needed to keep up appearances. eager still to change the discussion, she asked of Aviana, "your daughter - how is she?"  she'd surely be doing well, otherwise, she would have heard something through the grapevine. Avaina's daughter was the first she'd felt no reservations around, no worries she'd squash her or an avoidance that lasted until she was old enough to no longer be perceived as delicate.