@Clarence :)
it becomes gradually easier to walk on her missing-toed paw, but the wound is unrelenting. it splits open often and she is forced to stop and replace the bandaging every few hours. doing so meant she could not travel away from the rivers and lakes, for finding cobweb and the herbs she required proved diffcult anywhere else. the waters edge proved bountiful in providing intruiging plants she did not know the nature of, but made a note to determine if fatal or not.
upon her haunches does she preen the wound of dirt and grime, silently hoping the marigold thwarted infection sucessfully. unknowingly, the girl lingers near the borders of a pack she is unfamiliar with -- a sitting duck on the edges of a territory that is not hers. but she is unfamiliar with pack culture in the same way that most of her kind are. heirarchy and territorality is lost to her, perhaps the very reason she has not sought out a permanent home. a sharp yelp escapes her mouth as she cleans too close to the raw flesh.
upon her haunches does she preen the wound of dirt and grime, silently hoping the marigold thwarted infection sucessfully. unknowingly, the girl lingers near the borders of a pack she is unfamiliar with -- a sitting duck on the edges of a territory that is not hers. but she is unfamiliar with pack culture in the same way that most of her kind are. heirarchy and territorality is lost to her, perhaps the very reason she has not sought out a permanent home. a sharp yelp escapes her mouth as she cleans too close to the raw flesh.
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