Don't throw out my legos
Mortis
08-02-2020, 10:21 PM
With her shoulder and side bruising effectively keeping her on "light duty" so to speak for at least a few days, she had been lingering around her den for most of the morning. She had fixed up and cleaned up the furs that lined her small den, she'd fixed up a few loose ends she had noticed with how she had reinforced the walls, she had given herself a bath in the river near by, and had laid in the sun to dry... and it was only just turning noon. She was beginning to wonder how Resin had possibly waited out the injury she had without going absolutely bat shit crazy. She could still move around without too much trouble, it was just uncomfortable. She was sure that something as strenuous as fighting would certainly be off the table, but... maybe she could just go see some of her pack mates? One in particular came to mind and she smiled as she started making her way further into the plains. She moved a bit slower than she normally would and there was the slightest limp to her steps, but she was at least able to keep a wince off of her face so that felt like a win in her book. A few more days, maybe a week, and she'd be back to normal. At least that's what she kept telling herself just to give her a bit of hope. This was just making her realize how much time she actually spent during the day on her training. Without that to fill the time she was just bored to tears. The scent of her favorite winged young man caught her attention and she paused, her eyes scanning the area around him as she tried to spot him. You'd think a wolf as big as he was with wings of all things wouldn't be that hard to find, but she was certainly having a time of it trying to find him. "Mortis?" she called, hoping perhaps he would appear if she summoned him. |