Silvertip Mountain The winds of change

Zaria was pretty badly hurt by the claws of the cat. Luckily for her they weren't too deep but if she wasn't careful he could have an infection. After all they ran from the side of her neck to her shoulder. It hurt a lot, but Zaria wasn't the one to complain about pain. It was though since she couldn't clean the wound herself fully. There were parts on her neck that she could reach. Luckily she had Fitz now to help her out still she disliked anyone or anything close to her wounds.

She made a few trips to the clean river as she did with the last wound on her neck. Still she would need to learn how to care for her fighting wounds if she wanted to be a good warrior. Zaria was with Fitz this time. The tip up to the waterfall wasn't a fun one. Each step strained her injured shoulder. The wound had even reopened and was bleeding a bit. Zaria knew that at least her wound was clean when blood was coming out instead of pus. Her front paw trembled a bit with the effort she just pulled yet she refused to sit down. Her green eyes looking cold but that was more because she was in pain compared to being hateful.

She pushed her head back with Fitz, she wanted her voice being heard too, even though that made the gashes the claws of the cat made hurt. She was the first one to stop howling and nosed over her shoulder, trying to lick it. They still had quite some traveling to do. Maybe she would need to find some cobwebs to stop the bleeding make a new artificial scab over her wound.