Nimbus Summit I hate this place

Thought this would be a good first thread for Romilda and @Giancarlo, if you're up to it. It's just after this thread

Romilda was struggling with walking. The wound on her chest had played a roll in draining most of her energy. The light brown female only just managed to keep herself from falling over, and now that she was safe she laid down and rolled to her side. It was the sense of lingering danger that had driven her as far as she'd gone. She moved her head to make howling easier, but it was weak and didn't carry far. The howl wasn't to anyone specific, it was just a call for someone who could either help or show sympathy.

Her eyes didn't want to stay open, she didn't force them to. However, she didn't pass out, not yet. At the very least she wanted to see who would show up, if anyone. Her thoughts also kept her going, she wanted to kill the white wolf who left her with the injury.