girl talk

Ballad lay curled on her fresh fur, her paw was elevated slightly on a rock and she was slowly recovering. She was napping now, unable to do much else after getting put on bed rest. Doing her daily rituals were easy enough, as long as she kept weight off her wounded limb. She just hated that she couldn’t contribute more to the family group. The girl was slowly pulling herself out of her slumber, Eris would be around soon to check on her.

She spent quite a bit of time with the rust colored boy that had helped to free her from the slave market. Not that she blamed her sister, he was easy on the eyes. She did wonder what her relationship was with him, and that of the smaller male who’d appeared once they’d reunited here. Her thoughts lingered on her sister’s experiences as she lifted her head from the warmth of the fur and looked up to the sound of approaching pawsteps.