Lion Head Mesa Nefer

With a strike of daylight, a return is made to the land of the living.

Gods, her head.

She cradles a temple against her wrist and rights herself to peer around the space, alien in its smells but familiar, too. She spins and sees the medic’s stock and remembers with a bristle what’s happened.

“Hello?” She heaves to her paws and turns to searching, there are multiple apologies owed and the tremendous remorse that she’s sourced a commotion at this pack’s border.