Dawnlark Plains From the scars on my arms

The approach of another was not a welcome one, rather it was met with a snarl. The snow-coated woman in front of her did not appear a threat however, and so Calfuray did not move to her feet as she moved towards her. She was injured enough that she wouldn't if she could help it.

Her eyes narrowed as she stared down the stranger, as though to warn her 'I bite'. Wolverine. It got me good. Nasty little things they were. She lifted the injured leg from where it bleed in the snow, as though to put it on display for the other.

It really was starting to sting now that the adrenaline had wore off. Her brow furrowed as she found herself wincing.