Moonspear Walk in my moccasins

Approaching almost a full turn of the moon since their electrifying hunt, time had passed.. strangely in an alternating cycle of good and bad days. Bruises had faded, aches eased back (even the ones in her head, mostly), and even the exhaustion had finally begun to let go of her. She still had slow days when she did not feel like seeing anyone or doing anything (sometimes citing dizziness as her cause), but on the whole, she was considering herself well-enough to recovered.

However new symptoms evolved in their place, and now that enough time had elapsed since everything, she was finally keying into the greater implications here. But, she intended to make use of what she could. If her bladder was insistent on over-activity, then she'd wear a trail down on the borders, putting it to good purpose -- even if she was not overly invested in the notion of patrol today. It was warm, humid, and hopefully building towards some relieving rainshowers later come evening.

But for the time being, a howl pulled her down the path at a quick jog and she'd been in the vicinity, so it would not take her long to arrive. When she could see the pale coated female, her tail rose up and pace slowed. "You called?" she asked right away.