Swiftcurrent Creek there's something in the static

i have muse so i'm gonna throw this up now LOL. some OOC discussion has taken place so i'm gonna be making a bunch of assumptions here, if anything else happens to change this'll be edited! tags are for ref, by no means is anyone obligated to join <3

The fight had been won. The walk home was more like a trudge.
And regardless of her victory, she felt no pride.
Behind her, ribbons of blood strewn across the grass as the noontime storm had come to a halt. Dirty, flecked with greens and browns and reds and everything unholy. In her shoulder, a snarling pain that causes her to hobble to a stop every twenty feet.
By the time she'd reached the border, she nearly collapsed; a heave, knees buckling as she crouches to the earth. @Mae. The newborn. Moss. @Arric. @Eshe. @Akavir. @Silvertongue. Oh, how she wished she were—
Her head swims. She drags herself forth with the last of the adrenaline that powers her, exhausted, and her broken voice rings out in a call to anyone that would listen.
The pain is secondary. There was a discussion to be had.