Broken Boulder daydream believer

The girl was returning from a failed hunt, none too pleased with herself. She limps home, heat burning under her skin like an itch to be scratched. 

Gods, she wanted to run. 

She'd taken her legs for granted. She'd always counted on them to help her escape, whether from foes or her own emotions. Running, flying, through the forest had always made her feel better. 

And now, she could barely walk. 

Her melancholy was disturbed by Lanawyn's call. She could hear that it wasn't urgent and for a moment, the healer considered not answering, just ignoring it and wallowing in her den. 

Before she could command her snowy paws to do otherwise, she was straggling towards the gathering.

Liri would have been surprised to see how many new faces there were but currently she had a dark cloud hanging over her head. She settled in with the others, silent and putting a smile on.