Dragoncrest Cliffs You never get a second chance to make a first impression.

It had been over a week since her initial appearance upon the shore. Her burns were healing slowly. The resulting scar-tissue had begun to scab over regardless of treatment (or perhaps because of it), yet Heidr was taking her time.

She did not venture from her healing place for a while at first; then when the time came that she could not abide being cleaned and nannied like a child any longer, she forced herself to her feet and staggered a short distance to do her business.

In her attempts to avoid straining the burned skin of her other haunch, she managed to contort herself: her head was curved as close to her chest as she could manage it while one hip was shoved against the ground and the nearest hind limb was extended up, much as a cat might to groom its bottom. It took some twisting to reach at her own bum, and hastily she tugged at the fur there with her teeth to loosen and comb it.

There were bruises across her body that were hidden beneath her coat. She felt most of them keenly now, as she struggled in this bizarre manner, and breathed a frustrated sigh as she uncoiled herself and lay prone upon the rocks, only partially successful. It would have to do until she could go and soak herself in some water.