Sleepy Fox Hollow a little bit of suffering’s

@Nyra

She didn’t know how long she’d been alone. Thought was not given to it. It didn’t matter how long it’d been, all that mattered is she was and she needed to survive. A difficult task with so many festering wounds.

Since the night of the attack Pendragon could only think of gathering herbs. Not her assailants, not Deimos. Herbs. She knew which ones to look for and how to use them. She only needed to find them. The mercenary hadn’t any luck until now.

Within the meadow grew marigolds, and Pendragon happened to come across them.

She placed her stone at her paws (it was so dirty and worn down by teeth now) and took a mouthful of the flowers. She chewed them into a fine paste with a scowl on her face and spat it on the many cuts on her leg. It stung ferociously. Pendragon was forced to bite her tongue

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