Redtail Rise metanoia

With caution, Lilia was able to meander a bit through the pack's territory, allowing her ribs to heal slowly without allowing too much stiffness to settle in. Her breaths were slow and shallow in an attempt to avoid pain, as any sharp intake of breath or sudden expulsion caused her misery. Similarly, having to go slow and check herself constantly was irritating. 

So she exercised slowly, feeling useless, until she spotted one of the kids sniffing about. Saturday's Sunset, she could now identify in the distance as her fur had grown lighter in the summer's sun. She smiled faintly, noticing how even from a distance, the youngest of the pack's children had begun to look more wolf-shaped as they approached adolescence. They were all growing up so fast. 

She chuffed lightly, softly as she approached, curious to see what it was that the youth was exploring.