Ravensblood Forest running with wolves and i'm on the prowl.

Finley whined pathetically as Lasher's tongue grazed her torn skin, neatly cleansing away the debris that had collected there from their wild race to survival. Her eyes kids fluttered for a time, fighting against closing only to finally succumb. She did not lose consciousness, however, for the Blackthorn was far too stubborn to lose completely. Passing out would mean that she'd lost, and that simply was not acceptable.

Fin snuggled closer to Lasher when he circled himself around her, shivering. It took a while before she felt warm again, and even longer still before she opened her eyes to blink blearily up at the man's face. With a soft whine, she let him know she was ready to struggle her way back to the Plateau. It was a long and painful journey, but as Finley finally collapsed outside of the healer's den, she made a mental note to remember to let Lasher know that she would never have made it without just, just before finally allowing herself to fall unconscious.