Hideaway Strath Hideaway from everyone, most of all yourself

@Nyra directly after this thread

She fled the scene of the attack without a word, she needed time to recover and hide until her wounds would be less noticeable.  Already her muzzle swelled and a flap of skin refused to stay in place.

Whrist found a secluded part of the stream where she knew there was thick brush nearby she’d be able to hide in during the day, She’d use night to her advantage, darkness hid details, like a bruised pride and possible a torn muzzle.

She intended to hide in the brush after she cleaned her wounds, she knew to do that first.

Whrist made very sure she was alone before she lay on her back just her head in the cold water and shifted her head just so the wounded ear was the only thing dunked below the water’s surface. Blood pooled and ran along the water’s surface until no more blood could run from cold aching flesh.

Slowly she stood less careful now that some one might come upon her, though her desire to hide was still just a strong. She winced resisting the urge to shake her head, that would only start the bleeding up again, oh how ears like to bleed. Water ran though her black pelt making her uncomfortable but that was the least of her worries for now.

With a sigh she stared at the water then held her breath she dipped her aching muzzle below the freezing cold waters surface until she could no longer hold her breath. She lifted her head drew in a deep breath and soaked her muzzle again; 5 times over, until the chill in her muzzle was bone deep and her teeth chattered a little. This was the extent or her healing knowledge.


Now to hide where was that brush she saw earlier…