Sun Mote Copse Whenever life gets you down, Mrs Brown...

@Finley 

Wraen's frostbites had healed somewhat, enabling her to hobble around. A trained healer would have frowned at her recklessness, but the girl knew that there was only so much time she could spend doing nothing. Any more and she would go crazy and a mad Wraen with a dark, thundering, lightening and raining cloud above her head was not someone you wanted to meet. On any day. 

So she was on the move, though often she had to stop and even more frequently decide on more creative ways on, how to not aggravate the tender flesh of her toes. Therefore a passerby would find the awkward and silly gait of the she-wolf amusing. She reached a small, frozen creek and when her paws made contact with the solid and smooth surface of the ice relief washed over her expression. This was just, what she had needed, and this was, where she remained standing with eyes closed and a serene look of feel-good.