The Heartwood [m] Innocence Lost

Lorelai could not tell if this was reality, or dreams - but when Vorilye left her on her own in the cold, she came to. Her ear burned as blood ran from it, caking her fur in crimson. She retraced her steps, and ended up back at the dens; here, she would wait for Avery to wake up, so she might recount what had happened. She wouldn't remember much, at least for now, but Vorilye's scent would remain, clinging to her fur; Avery would know.