Broken Boulder and a black car that matches your blackest soul

Liri padded from her den, which truly felt more her own with each day, bad leg dragging and slowing her step. 

Ioa's burial was still fresh, Liri could not help the numbed, deadened feeling that had settled in her brain like a hazy fog. 

It wasn't that she missed the unfamiliar female, she hadn't known Ioa in the least, but her death had reminded the young mother of the past, of what she had lost. 

With a soft sigh, Liri began to hoist herself up and out of the entrance beneath the Boulder. About halfway out, she glanced up and started violently. 

Which is, of course, not the best thing for someone who's working with three legs and trying to climb out of a hole in the ground. 

With a loud crunch of gravel and a small squeak of surprise, Liri tumbles backward into the network of dens.

She pauses there, in a crumpled heap, to collect herself and try not to die out of absolute embarrassment. 

After a moment, the pallid healer's ivory head peeks out of the hole again shyly to confront the male that startled her. 

Liri manages to make it above ground, pausing beside the entrance to observe the newest member of the Sanctuary. 

He's taller, muscular but lean unlike her, ebony with fawn hints, and golden eyes. Summed up, he looks like he's the opposite of Liri. 

"I'm sorry, I wasn't expecting anyone to be right there when I came out," she explains softly, embarrassment casting her gaze aside.