Moonspear In a cloud of green

Green orbs flashed as the petit femme glanced around the clearing, wary of any pack wolves that may be lurking just out of sight. It had been a couple days since she had last seen Harley, nervous to approach him lest they be discovered. The sun had barely dipped below the horizon when she was slipping like a wraith through the woods, and now found herself near to @Harley Quinzel's den. Her steps were nervous, her heart pounding, as she slipped carefully closer to where she hoped Harley lay. She reached the rear of his den, and crept silently its mouth, her ankle twinging on occasion as it twisted or too much pressure was put on it. It would heal, with Harley's assistance, but it would never truly be what it had been. She had sacrificed that for a measly fox she hadn't even gotten to taste.