Swiftcurrent Creek That;s what he said, that's what he said

Snow fell just as dawn broke, as though the lifting mist from the creek became too heavy in the cold, and returned to the earth in tiny crystals. It looked more like a heavy frost than anything, but shards of rainbows hovered in a semi-circle around the sun, warning of a heavier snowfall that might come later on. 

Cygnet could almost see them through her one, squinting eye. Her eyelashes- those that remained anyway- obscured her vision, so she'd rubbed her face against her paws until she'd rubbed away eyelashes and a small ring of fur around her left eye. Her vision was more important than her appearance, though the thought of becoming ugly brought her a small amount of dread. 

She did not want to be ugly. 
She did not want to be half-blind, either, but the stakes were higher, now. Her ability to hunt would be effected. Her ability to defend herself would be effected. And her chances of someday finding a mate? 
Sven isn't that superficial.

The intrusive thought surprised her. It came on a voice that was new to her, one that summoned the young man's face in her dreams, leaving her pining in the morning when she awakened. In moments of near-sleep she fantasized about the fight, and imagined herself patrolling the borders only to discover that he had come to visit her. She imagined him visiting Swiftcurrent to see if she mended, taking a vow to bestow whatever punishment Sobeille was due upon the wretched creature for having harmed so valiant a creature as Cygnet. And as deeply embarassing as these thoughts were, she could at least keep them silent- and it filled her heart with something other than the need for revenge. 

She could spend hours here, in these thoughts. Fortunate, for a wolf who needed to take time to heal who might have otherwise become consumed by rage. Pacified, she entertained these thoughts as she drank from the shallows of the creek, briefly scanning the banks with a glance to see if one of the Sea wolf's ugly children washed up, before she began to patter through the woodlands beneath the gently falling snow.

I couldn't help myself <3

Arlette had been quite shocked to see the injuries of Cygnet when she returned. She didn't want to belittle or scold so she just tended to her. It was more difficult now winter was here and less fresh plants were around to give to her. She mostly tried to keep any infection at bay so her eyes would have a chance to recover as best she could. The healer was not sure if her vision would completely come back. She hoped that it would. Arlette decided to seek her out, just to check in. She couldn't help herself.

The pale woman went to go look for her. She knew that in the past things had been complicated between them. She had been trying to mend things, but she also had been giving her space. Arlette had felt that she was the last wolf Cygnet wanted to see at the time. But she hoped, now after some type they could perhaps rebuild. She carried some homemade remedy in the top deer skull. She had made it into a paste and placed it on it. It was not pretty or very delicious but it might give her a small boost.

Arlette approached, body soft. She placed the skull down. I got you some extra medicine, she told her and nudged it closer. Her red eyes looked a little hesitant but there was a lot of good will from the healer. She just was unsure if Cygnet would take her help. Guess they sort of matched now, with the both of them having scars on their faces.