The war is over

Wynter stood up and walked into a clearing. Wincing with every step. The cuts on her shoulder were deep and painful. Although she saw no need to worry.  It would make sense to go to the beach perhaps and wash of some of the dry blood. However, no amount of pain or suffering was going to make her want to go swimming.

 She didn't walk far but she decided to lay down in the sunlight. When she was fleeing she saw some of the injuries of the other wolves. Some of them had it a lot worse than her. Unfortunately one had lost their life. The young pup who never seemed to like her. Yet still she grieved. 

No one was supposed to be killed in that fight. Just injured. We were supposed to get the pup back. We lost. They were much to strong a pack. She took a moment to just look up at the sky. He will never be forgotten.

Then glancing around again at the injured wolves she wished she could help them in some way. She did not know of any herbs however, that would be able to help. She disliked her limited knowledge of the nature but flowers and berries were not her specialty.


OOC: AW this is after the battle. As you all could probably tell. Minor tribute to Kevlyn. Not very good at them but figured i ought to put one in.