Silver Moraine And the cracks in my hips

rala would follow the shallow tracks, almost completely covered by recent snowfall, of her patient. when she had woken up in the morning, she had been saddened to find that the injured woman had seemingly fled before snowwoman could rise and check up on her. now, she kept a safe distance, ensuring that she did not sustain further injury.

but, it seemed that otherwise graceful paws had been a tad too loud, too misplaced this time, and the loud crunch of her paws meeting the ground had alerted calfuray to her presence. an awkward grimace grew upon her features, but she quickly shook it away, adopting a calmer expression as she approached ; one that placed no blame. no anger.

do not mean to stalk, the polar-cub explained, ears almost flattened in a sort of apologeticness, drawing herself closer to the darker woman. you were gone in the morning - i did not want you to worsen injuries, cold-dawn eyes would glance to the wounds on her leg, tilting her head as if examining them with curiosity. feeling...?