Sleeping Dragon laid waste to all your inhibitions

She had convalesced for close to three weeks, infection having set in quickly and fiercely once she reached shelter. She could not remember most of this time; who had fed her, who had kept her warm. She assumed it had been Sega, but she was curious about the others that were in this place.

She followed the stranger's scent, still weak, still with a limp, still slightly hollow-eyed. She was hungry, but too tired to hunt. The next best thing was distraction, and she sought it out with dogged determination.

"Hello," she said when she found him, relieved to be in company once more. "I'm Angel. I don't think we've met?"

But she wondered if maybe he'd met her, and she'd merely been delirious at the time.

feel free to assume that he's brought her food or otherwise cared for her, if you like! She hurt her paw and it got infected, but she is freshly okay now.