Redsand Canyon you were baptized in ice [m]

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Shaken was one way to describe her. She had run until she felt she was a safe distance from the man, tucking away in the tablinum for a moment only to take scrub pine and place a small set of cobwebs over a pressure cut obtained from being slammed against the walls of the sparring arena. It was the nature of the game, but the cobwebs would make sure that she did not bleed anymore. Her mind was still set on survival… rather than lingering by herself in the secluded nature of her herbal den, her paws once more carried her.
 
She had no idea how she had ended up where she had… but she had ended up wandering to Kallik’s den within the soldier’s housing, caution still lingering at her eyes as the slightest noises made her jump. She’d hated the effects that the encounter had on her. Without invitation, she found herself tucking inside so eyes were capable of seeing the opening at the mouth of the den, never leaving it with the hopes he would be back soon.
 
If she were thinking logically, she might have instead turned to @Ruenna or @Germanicus to report what she imagined would have been considered an infraction on the soldier’s part, but that was not where her mind had absentmindedly guided her. Instead it guided her to the familiar scent that she associated with safety. That was all she wanted in that moment: to feel safe.