Moonspear Star Fall

Set at the borders. Elentari is returning with severely swollen right hind leg, due to a hairline fracture.

She hadn't meant to be gone so long. What had begun as a simple voyage to run an errand for Sialuk, had become a trying endeavor. It all went wrong before she even had the chance to scoop up the items requested of her.

The colder weather had always made the joints in her rear leg ache slightly. It was just a part of her life that she had learned to cope with. Fortune had turned, and not kindly on the raven woman. Stupidly, in a lapse of concentration, she had lost her footing and slipped. Her paw of that weaker leg had become wedged awkwardly in between the tight crevice of two granite rocks. With limited options on how to free herself, Elentari used her last resort in wrenching her leg free.

At a price. A shooting pain and a shift deep in her bone made her stumble to her knees. She knew she had messed up, but didn't dare look at the damage she had done to herself. The skin around her ankle felt raw and warm, but with no warm trickle of blood. White hot daggers raced up her leg when she tried to put weight on her leg. Cursing under her breath, she thought only of Sialuk. Acrux. Maggak. Argent. Of her family. Home.

They were what drove her on, forced to hobble on three legs. The other, a swollen mass hanging, tucked to her side. Time blurred by as she pressed on, until the steadfast peaks of the spear welcomed her close again. Breathless, she crumpled, with a meager call for help.