Bramblepoint diortosire

Hemera’s breath came out in a sharp exhale as she realized her mistake. The woman wasn’t following her, not at all. The woods were simply dark and twisted, and her own self-importance led her to believe otherwise. She scoffed quietly to herself, shaking her head and pressing a paw to her forehead, cursing her own overconfidence.
Towhee’s words, though gentle, eased the tension in Hemera’s chest slightly. Still, unease lingered, like a shadow that wouldn’t quite leave. „Alright, if you say so,” she muttered, voice a bit more gruff than she intended, but she couldn’t help it. „But then why is your leg wounded?” It wasn’t a severe injury, but it was there, and Hemera didn’t trust that it was something simple. Her eyes narrowed, scrutinizing the wound, before her expression softened, and she quickly corrected her posture, forcing herself to stand straight.
„I’m Hemera,” she added, her gaze steady now, her voice tinged with reluctant courtesy. „Pleased to meet you, Towhee.” She flicked her eyes to the wound once more, her concern barely masked beneath the facade of cool indifference. „Are you in need of assistance with that though?” She gestured to the bleeding with a subtle paw, her tone now more neutral, as though to downplay her earlier wariness. It wasn’t how she’d imagined a usual meeting, but she would offer help nonetheless.