If My Nose Was Runnin' Money, Honey, I'd Blow it all on you [Healers Needed]

Dagrún followed along after Gossamer back to the Armada borders, Dag limped along. A good amount of blood was oozing from her shoulder and as the adrenaline left her the pain grew steadily worse. Gossamer wasn't much better off, her own wounds causing her to limp. Dag kept a few paces behind Gossamer, uncertain of where exactly they were going and if she was honest she also didn't mind the view. Gossy had grown into a strong and beautiful wolf. Dag wondered if the Armada girl remembered crafting weapons with her when they were girls before the Armada and Fireside fell into conflict. It had been fun, she'd enjoyed having someone to craft with when her siblings were too busy to play with her. She stopped at the border and waited for Gossamer to call for help.