Ravensblood Forest aperitif

Lil vague, but I need her to travel a bit.

Praimfaya had gone with Sugar, and while Stryx wanted to keep tabs on the two of them she knew the patient was safe with the medically-inclined youth. So, that left her to roam alone once again.

The blood on her forelimbs had caked in to her fur and she needed a good soak. She left the shadow of the keep and tried to find her way back to the riverside, and thankfully she did not have to go far - nor leave the shelter of the woods - although the strong scent of other wolves came and went beneath her feet. She was on high alert; however, the idiosyncratic mutterings of her patient had slipped her mind - something about, the bleeding forest?

Stryx was focused on finding her way in to the shallows where she could bathe the rich reds from her body. As she dipped in to the water she watched as the ruddy color bloomed in to the crisp water, surrounding her with a crimson tone that diluted with the flow. The water was colder than she expected and her tail raised, fluffing up slightly, then smoothed as she got used to the feeling. A sigh permeated the air - but in silence she got to scrubbing.