Lion Head Mesa Sit down beside me and stay awhile

The priestess longed for the comeraderie of a pack. One day, She would have a leader, if not be a leader herself. For now though, she was more interested in the wound on her back, blistering and slimy from a fungal infection caused by the rain. She had half a mind to accept Derg's offer, if only because the Saints were likely to have a healer if they were as focused on battle as he claimed. 
But she wouldn't stand under a man. And she wouldn't subject @Lunaria to that. 
So instead she wandered, crawling up the side of a mesa, her paws dragging through mud and gravel. 
She blinked, spying the scar-ridden Shewolf who looked just as miserable as she. Could this be her Dragon? 
"This rain seems to be intent on flooding the whole world." She sighed, flopping her rear down into the mud.