all washed up

Shaye nodded her head at Rhyme. The motion was a little stiff. Both from her uncertainty, and the soreness of her body. It was disconcerting to know she had an entire life that she couldn’t recall. Family, friends, Rhyme. It would be easy to cling tightly to the wolf she had clearly survived with. Yet, despite that thought, she felt no trepidation. No fear. Only trust/

She took his offered shoulder, leaning lighty against him, cautious of not putting too much weight on the other wolf. “Once we drink, we should wash up and search each other for wounds.” She suggested. Her entire body ached, so it was hard to know if any one thing felt more urgent then the rest.

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