The war is over

Wynter watched as Leucothoe and Reek walked into the water to clean their wounds. Something was wrong with Reeks leg and he shouted something Wynter couldn't make out from where she was laying. She began to lick at her wounds in an attempt to clean them so as to prevent infection. Even though she refused to go into the water this did not mean she wanted to risk her life from infection. Her wounds were still bleeding but she admitted less than earlier. 

She walked closer to where the two wolves were and sat down closer perhaps for comfort. She would rather not be alone. Not after that. "How bad are your injuries you two?" she asked. She wondered if they had it worse off than she did. Her wounds were deep but certainly not something that wouldn't heal over time.

 Hey she finally would have some scars to show for her effort. She wasn't sure how badly she had injured the black fae she fought. However she knew she landed at least one good hit on her. Wynter needed to work on her skills if there was to be more battles.