Noctisardor Bypass High unicorn tolerance

The scent of blood still wreathed her, though the wound which had nearly killed her had long since crusted over. Goldfinch's return to the bypass saw her too thin, ragged of coat, nearly stumbling every few steps. The wound across her chest had refused to heal; only sheer determination drew her forward, determination that she would not leave @Rowyn to wait and wonder forever.

His scent wasn't so strong here anymore, though. Goldfinch collapsed in a patch of soft new grass, breathing in the sweet green scent of it. Maybe she would die here. Maybe finding her body would be explanation enough for Rowyn... if he ever came back to look.