The days following the treatment of her eye had been restful, more or less. Still she assumed diligent her role as guard to the Vale, only venturing from the borders when the scent of a hunt wafted from just beyond. She kept close to her home if only to make certain no further harm would come to her healing process. While she was able to see from the injured right eye, the flesh was still delicate and in a vulnerable state. Any inkling of this to another not of the Vale, might have seen this as an advantage to exploit. And by all that was good, she could not afford that. Not when so many depended on the strength of the warriors.
However, she tried to hold true to some optimism. Looking to the mountains where she found her solace, she scaled the formidable face with relative ease til she came upon the cusp of the hidden basin; the sizable reserve where the natural water was collected, purified and stored.
But she was not alone in finding it, for the scent of another greeted her upon entrance. Familiarity sparked life into the otherwise tired, dulled eyes, as did concern in seeing the dark pelt. What was this female doing so close to the Vale? The words rested on her lips but would not make a sound, rather they remained on trembling lips, kept inaudible by a fragile sense of calm. Rather than approach right away, the female remained where she was stood upon a sturdy stone. Her eyes, both wide, were trained on the female, not antagonizing but watching to assess her intentions. |