The Sentinels l'amour ne périt jamais

@Tansea ! <3

deirdre's recovery was a steady one now that she had risen from her deep sleep. the wound inflicted upon her was all but gone, but soon would fade to nothingness. it would not scar, and her facade would return to its flawless state. her furs were growing longer in preparation for winter, and so to the eye that did not know where to look she would appear untouched and unmarred!

but a practiced eye would know better. a bear had struck her across the cheek, and the remnant scratches lingered beneath the surface. she took great strides in caring for herself, but at present deirdre sought herbs to care for. she sensed the approach of winter, and her keen instincts told her that she ought to prepare for its imminent arrival.