Dragoncrest Cliffs Lapis

it was dark outside-- dark and cold and snowy. her shoulder had been popped back in nicely, though it was still tender and she knew better than to force too much weight upon it. she spent most of her time laying down, only having to bat her eyelashes when she needed some food or attention-- Dio provided without any hesitation or complaint. her legs did ache to explore, however, and it took everything within her to not up and walk out of this den. most of what she knew about the territory was relayed to her from her packmates, and she longed to go see it. still, she stayed put, knowing that if she dared do anything too strenuous she could permanently injure her left foreleg.

it was therefore unfortunate that a scent wafted past her nose, forcing her curiosity to nudge her up and out of the caverns-- towards whoever that scent belonged to.

since she had already expressed her belief that she was almost fully into womanhood, logic told her it was @Wildfire. curiosity kept her paws moving. loyalty told her to sit back down. lust drove her forward. but jealousy darkened her gaze. her ears were angled forward, eyes narrowed as she moved. she walked with a limp, using mostly just her three good legs and keeping her left foreleg free from pressure-- but she moved quickly still. her green gaze scanned the area for the red woman, her nose twitching as she shifted out the scents of the Heda's wife and Drageda's Wocha.