Sleepy Fox Hollow v. i'm loving your light, vulnerable

@Condatis (Edit: vaguely implying that she's hovering around @Llyr (it should be noted that she would not have already met Condatis) 

Embarrassed as the noxborn might be about needing rescue, she was immensely grateful to Llyr for not only saving her but for the patch job imparted upon her ravaged aud as well. It seemed the exiled Queen would retain her ear - thank heavens; for how half-sided she would have become with both an eye and ear taken from her. 

The northerner was a stranger yet though he seemed adrift, uncertain of his next move. Whether he moved on to an established pack or founded one of his own, Rhælla had taken it upon herself to join him in the mountains - albeit discreetly, as if she didn't want to impose. The night wisp reasoned that she could serve him for a time, to pay him back for his chivralous aid and hospitality. Perhaps if a pack were to form Rhælla might pledge herself as his first recruit - an adventurous prospect at the very least. 

Such was how she came to be digging shallow pits, temporary caches for game to be covered with stream gravel. Hunched awkwardly, hugging herself close so as not to disturb her injuries, the dark girl scraped through the loam - kicking up great billows of dust with each pass.