Blackfeather Woods dragon's breath

Having her senses adjusted after the lost of her eyes occurred mostly in one cave or another. She does not notice the approach of another until there’s a final step and a statement from across the glen. Her ears fall back against her head and her joints bend, lowering to the ground. She knows so little of the wolves around her and the only wolf she’s around is a mute so Ocra doesn’t know what to expect.

Her heart sinks in her chest and her face points to the ground, hiding away what she can only guess are unsightly scars marring her face. Most days it still hurts but sometimes she’s given something to ease it, something she doesn’t know what it is until she’s ingested (living on the newfound trust of @Relmyna). Ocra can’t begin to imagine what she looks like.

No words come in response, though. He never liked to hear her make a sound, frequently on the receiving end if she so much whines or grunted involuntarily. Her heart begins to pound in her chest as she hunkers down on the ground, submitting to whomever it is in her company.