Iktome Plains with nothing to fear out here

Marisol had gotten some help with her wounds, bu he wanted to go.
The pull was too strong and he did feel hella bad about it, but alas.
Soon enough though, he Marisol's bark behind him.

The chestnut boy stopped and turned to look at her, a big grin plastered to his face.
She wasn't Tundra...and he wasn't sure if the pale woman was coming.
But at least he had one companion.
He let her catch up with him, before continuing at a slower pace for her.
She'd heal in time, and he didn't mind taking a meandering route home.

"Are you feeling ok today?" he asked, concern on his face evident.