Wild Berry Meadow Comin' for the Crown

Flicker was silent throughout the journey, keeping up with Siqsa despite her injuries and didn't complain openly. Inside, however, she wanted to whimper at every jolt and jar that burst through her mouth and shoulder. Licking the would every now and again when they slowed only helped to ease it for the next few strides before it angrily thrummed against her again. Her broken tooth was agony but keeping her mouth slightly ajar allowed the crisp air to soothe the throbbing; sometimes.

She didn't know who the sleek nightmare was taking her to see so she kept her guard was up, in case it was a trap, but she recognised they were heading back the way she'd approached. Her decisions had cost her this, but at least they were not locked in an endless cycle of bloodlust; for now, it seemed. Hunger was a distant feeling, first healing was in order, hunting could wait.