Dragoncrest Cliffs that she is under ban

Cherub’s Wing probably should have still been resting, recuperating, not straining her serious wounds, but the girl could stand to lie down no longer. She was desensitizing herself through longer and longer trips. She had managed to make it all the way to the border and back almost a week ago, which had drained her considerably, but today was the day she sought to be away from her recovery den from dawn until dusk.

It was slightly warmer that morning, though still considerably overcast, and in the coming years of her life she would eventually know this to be a signal of spring’s arrival. Her limp was still too pronounced to properly hunt, but she could walk on her hind leg now, able to tolerate what shooting pains remained there.

Wing was a hunter at her core, but wondered what she could do with her time, since she could not do the thing that she loved.