Turns out god hates me but its fine

Ásvor didn’t hurry her, and Abby was grateful for that. The first flare of pain faded back to a steady rhythm as the broken girl leaned heavily on the healer. She was quite light for her size, and for once she was grateful.

The trek felt painfully long and surprisingly short at the same time. The darkness had a habit of distorting Abby’s perception of time, her brain unable to recognise landmarks or the slow shifting of light. Hell, she didn’t even know what time it was. The only thing she felt was the grass under her paws, the burning in her ear and leg and the old healer that practically carried her through the plains. Was she even in the plains still?

The only indication that they had reached their destination was the downward slope and the soft furs that Ásvor directed her to. She tried to control her collapse onto the floor, but with her energy sapped dry it was difficult to say the least. Her ears flicked towards the rustling of the other wolf rummaging through supplies as she let her bloodied head rest upon her muck-covered paws. If she pretended it was fine it would be, right? She sniffed at the herbs at her paws, before beginning to absentmindedly munch on the leaves. “Sorry for the mess.” She apologised, aware of the fact that her coat was probably filthy and she’d probably had left quite a few muddy footprints on the way in. Her breathing was ragged but calm, and the flow of tears had slowed further. “What did you feed me?”