Two Rivers Isle No looking back

The water was numbing, as she allowed the current to flow around her. She cleansed her pelt ever so carefully, until so trace of blood remained, and her wounds were carefully tended by her tongue. She stepped from the current as a howl beckoned,  stiffly shaking the water from her pelt, the cold seeping through her pelt. She adopted quickly a fast lope, the warmth of the movement easing the cold and causing her many new wounds to burn. 

she had stayed well away after the fight and the night, and allowed to consume her thoughts of what she ought to do now. Perhaps she simply ought to do away with her trade, become a healer, or such. A role that entailed zero privation or aggression, for she could not succumb to the anger again. Could not hurt innocents any longer to only curb her own reckless emotions. But she was a warrior, had been all her life, and the though of forgoing that role was hard to bear.

she neared the gathering, slowing, making sure her wounds were well hidden and the blood was not present on her coat. Satisfied, she aproached in silence, drawing near to he Lord and Lady, though she did not know if they would be such much longer. Quietly, and slightly resigned, she uttered a few choice words. "I stand with my Lord and lady " glancing to the pair a brief moment, she turned and made to stand amongst the other's,  her gaze searching for Nico. She needed to speak to him, and soon. But now, should she see him, she would be glad to simply no clue to his side.