Bearclaw Valley [TW] My summer tan has begun to fade

She had been sprawled in the dark, chewing incessantly upon her wounded limb or her other one, whichever was closest and not stinging too greatly; but his call made her pause, pull her limb from between her teeth, and then rise to answer the summons. Indra was slow to approach. Her freshest wounds were obvious, so too was the dampening of the fur of her forelegs, and the wobble to her gait.

The light caught her eye and made her squint at first, as she found it. The travel up the edge of stillrift was not so harrowing now that she was used to it, even with her wounds. Indra watched the man with shy focus, not speaking, all ears; he had to have come for some good reason, and she would be attentive to it.