Redhawk Caldera some day they will all be dead

one of vesper's large ears pivoted at the sound of approaching footfalls, but the darkling did not lift her head from the water. she was still thirsty, and it would be too painful to lift her head up and down unnecessarily. when he shouted, however, her ears went flat at the noise and she slowly rose her neck to face the male sitting altogether too close to her. if her body wasn't recovering from yesterday's squabble, she would have put some distance between them before he could get this close.

i'll be fine, she told him, gruff. the longer answer was that, yes, she was hurt: inside and out. but the bruises left by the wolverine would leave no lasting damage, and by the time the pain of them would begin to subside, vesper would be on the lookout for another scrap to replace them. as for the internal hurt... vesper didn't know what anyone could do to heal that. she quietly assumed everyone else around her felt this way, anyway, and that it was a personal issue that she didn't understand how to cope with it.

her orange eyes watched him, defiant, but the darkling did not attempt to get up and leave, nor did she show him any other signs of aggression.