The Tangle If you must die, remember your life

She wasn't the best hider. Especially with black and white fur- it stood out against majority of nature. Even winter couldn't hide her ebony colors, alongside with red, gleaming eyes that pushed outside of the bush as she looked toward the two in a guilty motion.

"I, uhm," Grímnismál wasn't sure what to do, "i'm sorry."

Apologies were just a given even to the enemy, for the medic was scared and worried what would come if she didn't flee. One could only be thankful that the other decided not to hold her hostage or take a battle stance, for she knew very little about any fighting. Even hunting, was hard for Grímnismál. So when given the chance, she obviously took the chance to flee back to the cliff.

Today was a day she would try to forget.