For the first few days of her time in the Sunspire, Mallaidh kept her head down. She found a place to rest near the borders, shaded from the sun and left the her little world cool. She managed to find a few mosses to held dress her wound but the supply was short and it wasn't the best sort of medicine she wanted. Better mosses were to be found but she was able to get by a few days. The wound no longer dripped pus, no longer looked angry, and keeping what she had on it and resting her weary bones had given her a spring in her step that she was thankful for.
There was a significant improvement on how long she would last throughout the day. Her energy was returning and, content with her surroundings, she began her search for a more permanent place to sleep and keep her medical supplies.
Her paws were not entirely free of soreness, each step of an incline up the mountain told her that much, but she was able to overlook it temporarily as she sought out empty caves, coves between large boulders, and places hidden by a canopy of trees. Mallaidh's nose touch the ground, softly, and tried to find soil that wasn't too hard to dig through. In the current weather, it was important, for dirt hard to overturn in the winter would be of no use to her. She didn't like the idea of starting in the winter when things were dead, or dying, but it was all she had to work with.