The Usual (Post-Raid Healing)

Avantika did not want to be here right now. Every fiber of her being was screaming as her to go train, go run, go patrol -- go make sure no one could ever get as close to touching her pack as that band of idiots had. She'd won her fight, and that made her feel a little better, but not enough. Nothing was ever enough. Right now, she barely had the strength to fight the urge. But she did. She was in front of the infirmary. She knew she was supposed to go there. The bite wound in her armpit stung and she didn't want to end up with an infection or anything. But holy, she did not want to see anyone injured. She hated being around injured or ill wolves. And she didn't know what had happened to everyone else. She stepped back, eyes suddenly wide. The fire of battle had overwhelmed her that much?

She set her teeth, took a deep breath, and moved forward, entering the infirmary. She stood frozen still. There were more wolves here than she had anticipated. Were... were they all hurt? No, no. They were the healers, mostly. Good. Avantika still didn't allow herself to relax. She wasn't capable of it right now. She was on fire, still. She wanted to fight. She still felt like she was in the fight. Why was it always like this for her? Why could she never let go?

"Speech"