Ravensblood Forest I reach my hand toward the traces they leave

Wallflower blinked as well then. For her, Commander was the highest title she could give someone. He and Screech had been the ones to take her in - the smoldering heap of hopelessness upon the borders of their small pack. He was a saint to her, but an order was an order. Noted. She replied with a firm nod, not speaking after that.

She followed him, not minding the pain every step brought her. She had been asked to follow so she would do so until she was physically not able to anymore. She observed him, the sap he licked up, and stood perfectly still when he came toward her. Her brows twitched in response to his stinging touch, but nothing more. The pain is nothing. She answered reassuringly, though she sounded less confident than she wanted to due to her still damaged throat and lungs.