Blackwater Islands Wish that you could feel the water come pouring in

makin some assumptions <3 and editing to reference the storms. Forward dating this to whenever they are done, I might adjust the date depending

You're okay, Bridge.  It's just a leg. You only use it for... everything.. She hadn't spared the stump much of a glance since realizing;  She was a medic but even she could barely look at it without getting nauseous.  They'd taken her leg and, by doing so, saved her life - but destroyed a good part of it too.  I'm a little ruined now.

She was glad she was a stranger here.  She didn't want anyone she knew seeing her like this.

Fuck.  C'mon.  She gritted her teeth as she pushed herself slowly up into three shaky legs.  This entire thing was fucked but she'd been bedridden for long enough.  It had been storming practically nonstop since... who knew. But now the place had finally quieted; It was time to get her shit together, at least the shit she had left. 

A few hops, that was all it would take.  Her eyes were trained on the stump's entrance, beyond which lay fresh air and some kind of sunlight.  She could get there and she could do it without help.

She wouldn't be alone long.  The Listener had been watching over her the past week, keeping a close eye, and as her senses had returned to her she'd taken note of it but hadn't engaged much.  She still found something a little unnerving about the other wolf.  Maybe she was actually that quiet and stoic, but Bridget wondered, and she'd never been all that comfortable around wolves who seemed to wear masks.  Morgana was slightly easier to deal with but she owed both of them (all of them) her life.  It was her own fucking fault she'd lost a leg as a result.

She eventually got near enough to lean heavily against the rotting side of the stump and poke her muzzle out into the mid-morning light.  She'd never been one to worry all that much about her looks, but the image of herself hopping and tottering along had to cut a pretty ridiculous sight.  While she knew that was far from her biggest problem, it still didn't feel great.  She hated to think on it.

Bridget inhaled a deep breath, then started to attempt to make her way outside.  Fuck how she felt about it.  She wasn't wasting away in some hole forever.