when the moon fell in love with the sun

The last of the coyotes tucked tail and ran off. It was over. Sort of. Iolaire stood still, her body shaking with panic and fury. Of all places, it had bitten her fucking face! She should have been more careful. She should have insisted that they stay in the cavern. This was what she got for not trusting her instincts.

Deathbelle approached, saying her name quietly and Iolaire moved off. "Don't look at me. My face is ruined." A bit of the spoiled brat princess was coming out. Her looks were ruined so her life was over. Her confidence would be gone. No one would ever want her. There was nothing left to live for.

The panic subsided just enough that she remembered Deathbelle was injured as well. She wouldn't look the woman in the face and she wouldn't raise her head enough so that Belle could get a good look at her wounds, but she was intent on treating the wounds upon her. "Stand still. Let me treat your wounds." She went to fetch the pack that she'd dropped. It had been flecked with blood when the coyotes fled. Ugh... one more thing to deal with.