Swiftcurrent Creek combat—i'm ready for combat

Set after this thread—being super vague since its ongoing. Wren’s tag is for reference!

“@Akavir?” Eshe called, leaving @Wren to rest. “Akavir—where are you?” She was a pitiful sight, covered in blood and mud, with disheveled fur and haunted eyes.

She kept looking, her feet getting heavier with each passing moment—it felt like walking in mud. She felt delirious; the culmination of the events of the day were catching up to her. She wasn’t sure how much longer should could keep going, but quitting now wasn’t an option.