Set Apart this Dream

Walk | Talk | Think

It felt so good to be mobile again. The weeks that it had taken her leg to heal up as far as it had could only be described at torturous by the ever-active she-wolf, the time she had confined herself to her new den to heal slowly causing her to go mad. Responsibility and restlessness had eaten away at her during that time, adding an impatience to her wait, but somehow she had managed to leave her leg well enough alone and long enough so that, on this day, she could test its strength. For some time now she had been content placing a little weight on it as she walked, reassured when the wounds no longer ached so strongly from the strain on skin and muscle. Now the wounds were practically gone, scarred over but covered over once again. They no longer made her feel queasy to look at, and more than anything the sight of them looking so well healed gave her confidence that she was nearing the end stretch of her recovery time.

In celebration, she ran. There was nowhere in particular she went, just an unmarked course freely created across the snowy grassland so that she could merely stretch her legs and get some good use out of them. Only slightly did her hind leg ache, which she had expected and half thought might have only been stiffness, but overall it felt good to move like this. It had really been too long. Her jaws were opened in a wide grin, tongue lolling unabashedly. For the first time in what felt like a long while - perhaps since the incident that had caused her injury - Ashtoreth felt happy.

Her good humor remained when she heard the call of a pack mate resounding across the open field and drawing the whole of Valhalla to her in conference. Without hesitation, the newly healed wolf changed course within the snow, cutting a new path that would bring her closer to those who gathered in answer to Chrysanthe's call. Jaws closing, Ash still smiled, unable to hide her new found delight in her returned mobility. Only when she could see the other wolf - her clay colored face standing out like a sore thumb amid the snow - did the small, slim grey wolf slow her pace, easing into a walk to cover the last remaining distance. Very slightly did her leg hurt, but her limp was practically unnoticeable now. Soon, very soon if she had anything to say about it, she was going to throw another celebration in the form of a much needed, long overdue hunt.

Coming up to join the newly instated Valhallan Alpha, the spindly hunter smiled along with a short wag of her tail. "Hey Chrysanthe," she greeted companionably, taking advantage of the quiet as others still arrived to get in a proper hello. It was not always that she was early to a meeting, but with the healing of her leg it seemed as if things on all fronts were finally starting to look up.