Silver Moraine So peel away the bark

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A brilliant sun was shining down on the Silver Moraine when Saena came to, but she was incapable of noticing the good weather for the pain in her head and limbs. Her whole body felt like she'd been in a boxing match. Groaning, the yearling rolled over onto her side and coughed, and only then did she taste blood on her tongue. Panic rolled in in waves, and though she yearned to leap to her feet and orient herself, the alpha female was unable to move quickly at all without wincing in pain.

Following the panic was confusion. What the fuck had happened to her? Why was she out here on the moraine, and why did it feel like she'd had her ass kicked? She tried to remember, but it was like a veil had been cast over whatever memory she'd had just prior to waking up. The only thing she could think of were names she'd heard in stories from her childhood: Perseus. Echo. Dragoncello. Crete. As for why these wolves of the Flightless Falcons were suddenly on her mind, the yearling couldn't remember. Wracking her brain only seemed to give her a headache.

She wrinkled her snout and licked her lip, discovering that it was split and was the source of the blood in her mouth, and slowly clambered to her feet. Even her back was sore, she noticed. She tried a slow stretch to limber up, but it wasn't very effective, since she growled and winced the whole time. With a deliberate shake of her nape that made her muscles scream, Saena began to pick her way down the rubble of the moraine in search of water.