Emberflame Ridge I thought this love would always burn like a wildfire

She should've known better. The sounds of a wounded animal were bound to draw trouble, and soon enough it arrived in the form of a trim grey-and-creme wolf. From her prone position, Terich-Mir veritably towered, and with her condition he was certainly much stronger. Unlike her encounter with Sebastian where fear had fuelled a primal response, Saena no longer had the stamina nor the adrenaline rush to get away unscathed. She might make it a few feet before the pain became too much for her and even adrenaline couldn't change that. Her heart hammered as she stared up at him, even though his voice betrayed no hint of aggression, and she made an attempt to make herself smaller by curling up tighter, though she only succeeded in sending another hot flash of pain through her body.

"Fine," she wheezes through her discomfort in an effort to hide her condition from him, but it's a facade she's unable to hold for long. Terich-Mir would not have come with such a question upon his tongue if he hadn't heard her. "No," she admits at last, visibly deflating on the spot. "I think I broke something when I was attacked, or... maybe before... I don't really know." She tried to remember when her rib had broken, but found that the memories of the last few fear-fuelled days were bleeding together in her mind. The fact that she'd fallen off a cliff was forgotten; in its place she remembered Sebastian and made a tentative connection between her injuries, even the broken rib, and his presence.

Soon enough she would solidify the belief that Sebastian had had a hand in breaking her rib and the memory of falling from the cliff would fade away, but for now, they were all a jumbled mess in her head. She pulled back the corner of her lip sheepishly for Terich-Mir, but said nothing more and instead let her heart pound nervously in her chest as she awaited his response, aggressive or not.