Moonspear The higher we climb, the farther we fall

The wound on her shoulder seemed to be healing well, no infection had set in since she washed it regularly. A thick scab had taken over most of it slowly, the edges beginning to thicken with hairless scar tissue. It was noticeable but looks didn't matter to Heldi.

What was more concerning to her was the fact that she could no longer walk or run without a limp.

Now she paced in agitation, tears of frustration welling in her eyes though she refused to let them spill. She shoved her leg forward hard as she walked, trying to lengthen her steps in attempt to make her leg move properly. 

"Come on. Dammit, I didn't join this pack to become useless." She growled through gritted teeth, jerking her shoulder painfully though it was no use. The muscles would no longer move properly and she would always bear a limp. It wouldn't be enough to stop her from hunting, though it would slow her down. 

It was the price she had paid for straining herself to find Dash, not allowing the wound to heal. The bastard of Vledfest didn't regret it, though she hoped fervently that her pack wouldn't find her utterly useless now.