Absolution

*Iolaire* · (This post was last modified: 12-07-2019, 06:38 PM by Deathbelle.)

She had handled the situation poorly. Shock had taken hold when she'd been bitten and she hadn't been able to see past the blinders of panic. Deathbelle's feelings had been utterly ignored, though she'd tended to her wounds in a mechanical sort of way. To make matters worse, she'd avoided everyone for weeks while her facial wounds scabbed and healed. They were barely visible now. The fur had even grown back for the most part. She expected them to heal fully. The only reminder of the battle was a small, crescent shaped scar on the woman's lower lip that was shoved off to the side. This, she thought, was acceptable. It was almost cute. Hmm.

Apologies needed to be made for her poor behavior and so the small woman set out for the temporary base. Her pelt was glistening once more and she smelled lightly of Hyacinthe, thanks to the soap that she'd crafted. Without a call ahead or an indication that she was entering the territory, Iolaire simply followed her nose to where she suspected Deathbelle would be. Hopefully the woman wouldn't be too upset with her.

"Speech"

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