The longest hugs

Saying that she was miserable was an understatement. Aslatiel was far beyond miserable. Of course her shattered leg hurt, but her hips hurt from the trauma. Her back hurt from the landing. Her side hurt from being forced to only lay on her left. Her pride hurt as well. Beaten by a pig. The only consolation was that she had saved her packmate from being gored to death. Naiche had better be very thankful.

Her mood was sour due to immobility. Asla was used to going where she pleased, when she pleased. She didn't want visitors. Having others see her in such a low state would only amplify her feeling of defeat. Aslatiel only wanted Basilisk. Well... she would have looked Indy, but that situation was a mess.

With the hulking form of Bas curled around her, the injured young wolf buried her face into his thick fur. She hurt and she didn't want to exist right now. Never in all her days had Asla slept so much. It was better to sleep than be awake and grumpy though. At the moment, sleep wouldn't come, so she simply laid there, her nose in Bas's fur.