Cashing in my bad luck

The sun was just beginning to peek over the ocean as she finally made her way home, limping on screaming joints and left eye stinging and swollen shut, small smatterings of blood, both hers and another’s matted her fur. She was almost certain she looked a wreck. The Archer-Lyall had heard of how her own mother reacted to her older brother losing and eye (rounding on him with teeth bared ready to take him through another round, she fair beat him right across the Monadnock and half the tundra besides) and allowed a bitter bark of laughter to leave her chest as she finally crossed into the tall grass plains. As far as she could tell, her eye was still there, it was just superficial, or maybe she would loose some vision in it, only time would tell (she kinda did that one to herself anyway). She still expected an ass whooping though. It was foolish to wander out alone. Just a little further, until she could hide out in her den, as good an an ocean dip would be for her right now...

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