Northstar Vale lion's den

The wounds she had suffered from her fight had slowed her escape. She lost track of the boy immediately and could not remember where it was that she’d met the few men who had been kind to her. Annoying, but kind. 

She’d done her best to clean the wounds on her face, but there was nothing to be done with her ears which had both been torn clear off. The blood had congealed, and had begun to scab. Such an ugly disfiguration to have.

It was too early yet for her to tell if her attempt to conceive had been successful or not. It had taken nearly all of her available cycle for her to even find someone willing and naive enough to take her. She snorted ruefully. Then again- maybe he would be the one to find. And guilt him into taking care of her now.

She travelled in search of cool, clean waters so that she might wash her face again. The creek drew her attention, as did the figure she saw drinking from it. She squinted at him warily, from a number of yard down, on the opposite bank. Then, she lowered her head to drink, keeping watchful with the corner of her eye.