Blackfoot Forest From the glass on the floor

calfuray was a smart woman. rala knew that well. and yet she made a dumb choice.

there was no need for her approach towards the valley. no need for her injured paw and no need for the tension that she felt now strung like a tight wire between her and the packmates that had witnessed such an event. but she would be selfish in saying she was worried for her position in the valley. mostly, she was worried for her friends health.

she wondered, then, if cal would still consider her a friend.

and she wondered, then, why she was still so close by! her figure, dark, injured stood up ahead. and she quickly answered her own question ; her paw was fractured, no wonder calfuray was struggling to get away. perhaps nanuralaaq could help her. aid her.

calfuray! she called wearily, approaching the dark, injured woman.