Sleeping Dragon let your plans be dark and as impenetrable as night

Thuringwethil smells the wolf before she hears her speak, turning to see another wolf with fur darker than her own. The woman’s ears cup forward and she lifts her head, making herself still so her limp goes unnoticed but it is too late. The straggler speaks to her and she nods her head to brush it off the concern. The loner likely had no real concern for her wellbeing and she stands on her borders, approaching easily. 

“Yes,” she tells her. The pain from her leg radiates upward into her shoulder but in the next few days everything would be scabbed over. Her muscles would heal and bruises would fade. The male’s jaws could have potentially cracked her bone but she’d been released before too much damage had been caused.  

“Can I help you?”