Dragoncrest Cliffs time isn't real, nothing is real, avocados are half off

there is a zero percent change that blix is gonna let this go, but she has the sense to drop it for now, a worried frown twisting her mouth. for whatever reason mallaidh is resistant to expanding on who, which makes her suspicious -- if it really were just some random stranger, why refuse to give her a description? after all, she's not the only drageda wolf to go beyond the borders. but from experience she also knows that pushing at mallaidh to elaborate will just drive her away and undo the fragile healing that's happened between them already.

"okay," blix says, doubtfully. she lowers her head to examine the injured shoulder furi presents her. it looks -- well, she's seen worse, but still. principle of the thing. "you should at least sleep in the den," she fusses, voice softer. if she can't go off and murder mallaidh's attacker the least she can do is corral her into a proper place to rest.