Luneshale Pass VERONICA! open the- open the door, please

certainly! she's sort of bruised up all over, dirt in her fur, teethmarks in her nape but any scratches or scrapes have healed. mostly she is very thin and visibly 'out of it.'

that voice — she knew it, she knew it. one ear tilting, then the sharp muzzle presented in profile. she knew the voice, the name bobbing just beyond the edges of her ability to grab for it. but danger was beating in her belly, a primal mother's fear, and she rose on her shaking legs; ir. vete ahora!" her voice was a spidery hiss as she snapped the air, forcing the blurry figure back, away, away from what lay behind silvertongue.