Noctisardor Bypass broken pieces

maybe @Sequoia? :D setting: daytime, cloudy

After Mahler had cleaned up the wounds and days had passed, the wounds on Laurel's face and shoulder were starting to get less apparent. There were still a few teeth marks on her face that looked uglier than they were. Most of the wounds would heal again in due time, and most scars would be covered in fur over time.

For days she had hidden away from the pack, not wanting anyone to see how ugly she looked with these wounds, and feeling conflicted at being back here. Praimfaya gone, now. Wolves who had joined. This Wylla... Was she here, now? Laurel did not know what to think of it all. This did not feel like the Rivenwood she had joined on many areas. It'd been a rollercoaster of a few months, but now she felt like she was right back where she was when Easthollow had fallen (or perhaps before it). No warm blanket over her shoulders. No warm nest. No warm home.

Just a place to live.

Birdsong Lagoon, she thought to herself as she lay down by its side and watched her own reflection in the water with a bitter wringing of her heart. You were never pretty, dearest, she heard Iliksis' voice hiss in her head, but you're not making it any easier to love you when you do these kind of things to yourself. Laurel grit her teeth and stared at her own face with a dark expression on her face, clinging on to the only strand of hope she had left to live for right now — Indra.