Blackfeather Woods But now here we are

She does not necessarily travel with the group. She keeps her distance and avoids talking to the others—switching to their tongue is not easy and she can’t find it in herself to stay near Kove—as she tries to mask any pain she feels. Distributing her weight evenly on all four paws is impossible as she favors one of her paws, with broken toe nails and dislocated bones. And walking on it, even after all this time, is not the easiest thing to disguise.

By the time they stop in their former home, she looks upon the border and how much has changed. She doesn’t linger on it, only coming to a stop when they are gathered and listened idly—and maybe comprehending—what her leader has to say.