Bearclaw Valley apertivo

By morning, or maybe the afternoon, the group had returned to the valley. Stryx limped alongside @Val and was her usual surly self; beyond that actually, she was silent and brooding.

There were wounds to the both of them. Somewhere ahead Merrick was calling to his son, his daughter-in-law, others. Stryx was not named among them.

She headed towards the medicine hold, only to stop short and rest herself halfway. Her whole body felt a level of exhaustion she was not unfamiliar with, though it had been a long time since she'd been this weary.

It wasn't wise to put herself in to such situations as a raid at her age, but she'd had to. She knew that much.

And now she held fresh bites and tears to her skin, thanks to the defensive shadow that had set itself upon the boy. It had been necessary, but foolish. She nursed some of the wounds she could reach and with a tired affect, looked around her immediate area for things to pluck and use upon herself.