WALK ON THROUGH THE WIND

What the fuck did you do she thought to herself in a panic, heading towards Glaciem territory with a heavy limp, and no prey with her. After departing Tortuga she?d located a water source, bathing profusely, washing evidence of her encounter from every crevice in her skin. The silver knight hadn?t been satisfied, however. No, the guilt was gnawing her insides, the betrayal she?d committed apparent. Fuck, she was so weak, she was so selfish, but how could she not be? For so long it had been about Isardis and Glaciem, and then she?d gone and done something for herself, and neglected Taurig. She should have walked away, should have given him a reason to hate her, should have made him forget her, but she was so weak.
She?d forced herself amidst a stampede of deer, their hooves having bruised her ribs and hind right leg, blood oozing from several cuts on her pelt. A hunting accident. That was what she would blame it on, not an intentional way to punish herself. Each step was agony, but the silver knight would heal. She tried to erase all evidence of guilt from her body, tried to appear irritated and frustrated as she crossed the borders of her kingdom, hoping to be able to return to her den in peace. Alas, nothing was ever easy, and she certainly didn?t expect that this would be easy.