Phantom Hollow he bears that weight alone

he seems decidedly less than keen on continuing their fight, which she comes to gradually accept at the frantic heaving of her sides settles. "none of your business," she spits, tail lashing behind her. but as adrenaline fades, there comes too, finally, a kind of stillness. she remains prickly, but the swell of her anger has finally been trimmed back. 

wavering, she straightens. another moment, and then she offers a, "thanks." with that, the sterling turns on her heel and makes toward the mountain, feeling the beginning of yet another headache starting at the base of her skull.