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Her shoulder pained her where Seregryn's teeth had struck deep and Emaleth moved with a limp, but she did her best to hide the injury from the rest of Drageda. It was embarrassing, first, to have allowed such a blow when all that surrounded her were warriors— naively, she didn't think that they would likely know how best to treat it as a result. She wanted to see Deirdre, though they had not departed from one another on the best of turns, but her pale twin would heal her. Drageda would be none the wiser, or so she thought, and she had told @Thuringwethil that she would be on a scouting mission. To follow up with the wolves who had come to their border, and she had refused escort; Emaleth was born upon this coast, and her family would allow no harm to come to her. She hoped that the salt of the sea had disguised the smell of blood, and that the darkness of the eve had concealed her wound.

Before she had gotten very far at all, the piercing sound of a grieving howl broke over the sea, and Emaleth saw a figure upon the sound, casting her lamentations to the sky. She approached hesitantly, but loudly as she was able to alert the other to her approach.