Phoenix Maplewood darker shadows reigned

@Sebastian ❤ other tag for ref

The yearling's restlessness is persistent; after the incident with the two dark women, she's hyper-aware of how little she belongs. She spends most of her time hunting, unable to forget @Aditya's kindness even if she wants nothing more than to disappear without a word. The constant activity has already taken a toll on her — she's not healing as quickly as she might otherwise, and there's exhaustion clear in her posture. But she's determined to rid herself of the debt. Then, she'll leave this suffocating place — and handsome foreign leaders be damned.
Just now, she's taking a break. She's sore from being up combing the territory since the earliest hours of the morning, and one wound in particular on her neck has re-opened, oozing dark blood and stinging. The inkstain sighs softly through her nose, tucking herself into a dim corner of the Maplewood. The last thing she needs now is to run into another Morningsider — it's so painfully clear she's out of place, all she can feel is bitter.