Blackfoot Forest From the glass on the floor

A call comes, and for a moment Calfuray believes herself to be hallucinating. But when she turns her head, Rala is there.

She says nothing. Calfuray does not speak to strangers when she has no need; her single burning eye does all the talking for her.

She lets her approach, Cal's attention straying momentarily as she grabs the thorn with her teeth and pulls it from her paw pad, spitting it to the ground. The bleeding is instantaneous, stinging, irritating.

It feels no worse than the troubles passing through her mind, both present and past. She has far too much to be worried about, she always does.