Blackfeather Woods dragon's breath

She didn't know what the other had gone through but losing her vision was probably traumatic enough to turn mute. Unless whoever did this to her had ripped out her tongue as well. This act of violence was not something Nyx supported. She would have at a younger age, and that made her feel pretty disgusting. There was no pleasure to be found in the other's suffering for the young Gamma, but whoever had done it must have had a different view on that.

You are safe here. She reassured. But I can not help you if you do not speak to me. Do you wish to share what has happened? She hoped it wasn't a pack who had done it, honestly. Their numbers weren't ready for another war, if they wished for the wounded woman to return to them. And she'd hate for them to be forced into returning her without a fight.

With only some gentle rustling of the forest bedding did Nyx lay her speckled form down close to the other woman. A careful gaze slid over the other's face and body. She feared the scars on her face would forever be visible, but maybe fur would cover the ones on her body as soon as they were patched up.