Dawnlark Plains From the scars on my arms

@Rala

As the dark-coated woman limped through the field and sat to her side, she wondered what she must have done for her luck to be so truly horrible. Her lower left leg slashed open by a nasty wolverine, she stared at the bleeding wound with disdain as the snow was painted red. It was nothing out of the ordinary for her; it would sting for some time, but soon enough it would heal and scar over.

Pain in the ass.. She grumbled, leaning down to lick up the blood. It had been her own kill - the damn thing should have hunted for itself. Usually Calfuray would have fought it off, but her travels had kept her far too tired.

In the past winter had been no issue, but this year circumstances had changed. Chased from her home, and further scared off by the bangs and attacks of creatures she could not see she had run north into territory she did not know. At the very least she knew of the threats her home held - but here? Here she was lost.

Lifting her head, her expression was sharp and knowing as she analysed her surroundings. She needed to rest, but the possibility of threats kept her cautious.