Redhawk Caldera there is a divinity that sleeps inside your scars

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It took every ounce of strength to return to the caldera once she realized she’d been gone for several days. She’d almost forgotten she had a home waiting for her and with a brief worry she may have caused them to think abandonment, she doesn’t stop until she crosses back over the borders. Her shoulder aches and the movement causes the wound on her flank to sting and reopen from pushing herself too far. The psychotic wolf that attacked her had definitely played a number on her pelt but she’s lucky none of them are too deep. Still, she needs to find something to prevent infection; there’s no telling how filthy that mouth had been prior to coming in contact with her.

She carries a long stem with a poppy seed pod in her jaws, careful not to shake it too loose for fear of losing the precious contents of what is inside. The high of the first one she’d eaten with Kitsch had worn off long ago and her body cries for more and it takes a lot of effort not to devour it in that moment, knowing she needs to save it. Perhaps she can plant it and regrow them somewhere private but within a pack territory, she knows the danger. For the moment, West searches for her little nook she’d taken to sleeping in to find it mostly undisturbed in her brief absence and buries the seed pot beneath pine and snow and dirt for safe keeping.

West picks herself back up and turns, seeking out another that might be able to help care for her wounds.