Redsand Canyon 'til I tear the walls

days have passed, and the warlord is become accustomed to the canyon and some of the mottle bunch of wolves that have chosen to follow donovan. the stiffness in her shoulder fades with each day, and as she flexes the arch of her spine, there comes a flash of pleasure with the movement fails to tug painfully at the new scars wrapping around her chest. the ugly slashes around her forelimb have yet to heal entirely, and her hind remains unable to bear the entirety of her weight, but she is growing bolder in testing it. 

she moves through the canyon; while the grey sky threatens, the morning has offered a respite from the rain for the time being, at least. the downpours are annoying, but at the least the earth remains still underfoot. the warlord pauses, shifting to nose at a smear of red against the rock. something had found success in the hunt here, hours before by the looks of it. with a sharp exhale, the woman straightens and resumes her search for @Donovan Azura.