Swiftcurrent Creek twelve years a slave

Here you go, @Ira! :)

Only twenty-four hours (or so) had passed since her return and already Bones felt worlds better than she had in some time. She had eaten three small but square meals since her return and although the abundance of food had made her temporarily queasy, she felt her strength returning. Rest did a body good as well, though the absolute best thing was the complete absence of taunting and other ill treatment.

Speaking of which, she took a bath in the creek to cleanse away the last of Tortuga's filth, then wandered around looking for the perfect patch of sunshine to air dry. She spotted one not far from the borders and stretched out on the summer grass with a sigh. Instead of falling asleep, though, Bones rolled onto one side and curled into a ball to inspect her hindquarters. Her fur hid a lot of the damage, yet there were tooth and nail marks knotted all over her rump and quite a few scattered along her spine and shoulders as well.

There was likely internal damage too but Bones didn't want to think about that. After her brief inspection, she straightened out again and let her eyes close and her mind wander to lighter things, like her upcoming visit to the plateau. It would be good to catch up with Cap'n Aunt Fox and her father and see how much Uncle Perry's pups had grown...