i'll take thee away

She had just gotten over the fight with Rain two nights ago, and her wounds were plain and obvious. There was a deep wound of some kind on the right sight of her chest. There were fang marks and tears in the skin of her neck. Other small cuts and scars clung to her, some were just from rolling around on the stone. She hoped they would be ok, and not stick around forever. The old scar along her back had long since healed over, but its faint pale mark remained on her back and hip. She was very battle scarred for her age, barely older than a puppy. How she had survived the slavery and a wild fire, she did not know. She laid down on the grass below her and rested, willing her wounds to heal themselves.