clover crossing

Nataliiiiiieeeee *pounce* Sorry about the wait <3 (Also I'm assuming this is before el-avalancho.)

Velox was glad to be spending more and more time outside the confines of her den. Getting around had not yet regained its ease, but she was grateful that her leg was not broken nor any other bone in her body. Dawa and Zombie's medicinal ministrations had served the silvery wolf duly, and she no longer had headaches or a sharpness in her belly that suggested internal injury.

Her shoulder was presently lathered in one of Dawa's salves, fighting the inflammation of one of her larger cuts, but this was no longer needed across her body. For this she was glad, having always been somewhat of a well-preened peacock whose injuries marred her normally pristine appearance.

Her limp was lighter, but still quite a limp as she continued to favor the mending fracture in her hind leg. She was moving towards a darker figure whose russet and wood-burnished features became clearer as they moved closer to one another. He smelled faintly of the Vale—a newer addition than herself, though injury had kept her from socializing as much as she would've liked. His silver eyes, she only gazed at once. "Hello," she drew out kindly, happily, as she paused to greet him.