Heron Lake Plateau Wait, there's no such thing as unicorns?

Crappy post because phone, ugh

She spent a great deal of time sleeping. She was doing a little better now — at least not dying in her sleep again, anyway — but the loss of blood had still left her extremely weak and tired. Quixote was doing a wonderful job tending to her, and he protected her with a level of ferocity she hadn’t ever seen in him before.

Her eyes cracked open at the sound of his voice letting her know that Towhee had arrived. An enormous flood of relief washed through her at the sight of her sister, as if somehow, Towhee being around would make things better. If nothing else, she knew she would be safer with the beta watching out for Screech. Towhee was second to none in the pack where defense and ass-kicking were concerned.

She looked rough. Her sleek black coat was matted with dried blood and an assortment of medicinal goops and pastes. The slashes on her face and her throat hurt the worst, and she winced as she carefully pulled herself into an upright laying position so she could greet her sister — and Niamh, whom she noticed was following close behind the beta. ”Hey,” she said, her voice hoarse, and smiled weakly at the pair of them.