Bramblepoint Thorns no Rose

Winter still remained present, though it seemed as if the world was shifting the further south the pair headed. The slightly warmer air was nice, but life wasn't necessarily getting easier. A chill still clung to her pelt, paws aching from both the temperature and journey.

However, Lenina wasn't entirely concerned with herself. Her companion had injured himself, and although the strawberry wolf wasn't an expert in medicines and remedies, she was eager to help. Andr wouldn't have obtained the injury to being with if she hadn't mentioned water, after all. Her mind spun as she tried to theorize how the cut was advancing. Perhaps something as simple as time had allowed it to scab over, or maybe the walk had only worsened its state. Either way, the woman was eager to take a look once they found a suitable resting place.

The thorns didn't help, though. They definitely weren't life-threatening, but the pokes and prods were far from comfortable. She ducked and maneuvered the best she could, and she silently thanked her chocolate friend once more for helping. But the pickling thorns were relentless.

Her mind soon shiftly changed pace, their day only growing more interesting. It seemed there was another unfamiliar face nearby. For a woman who didn't care much for meeting new people, Lenina was coming across wolves left and right.

"Just traveling."

Looking to her friend as if inviting a further explanation, she thought it'd be best to give a simple and blunt answer for now. She had to admit that Andr was probably the friendlier one out of the pair, so she left the task of explaining to him.