Verdigris Ravine paint

Andi sported some wounds on her torso and her face. The nape of her neck more bloody than ripped.

Her legs had long scratches of cerise. She smelled like something that was not her smell. ANd it discomforted her. She wanted to find a place to take a bath and perhaps hide for a time. 

The battle had been harrowing. Even if it had been small. She had no taste for it. Even now the blood that painted her teeth was harsh and grating and she wanted to eat sand or drink water and make the taste leave. He had been wolf. She felt strange this small blossoming of sadness and she couldn't quite place.