Cerulean Cape 濡れた犬

She shrugged My mother always told me that strong women don't die from scratches. You might just be wrong. A smile traced her lips, warm and genuine. It was nice to have run in to someone who she could freely joke around with -- ecspecially when she'd been lost and injured. You could sat her stress was pretty high right about now, but at least it hadn't withered her spirits just yet.

It looked like the girl would have to take it easy for some time before she got back on her feet. Even if she was eager to figure our where she was and peice the remnants of her family back together, it wasn't a smart idea to do so right now. Yuki would just be speed running faster towards an early grave if she made things worse.

At the mention of a bump, a forepaw slowly found its way towards her temple. Pressing against the tender, swollen area. Taking a dive off a ledge wasn't the smartest of ideas, I'll admit, but at least I escaped.