A quiet place to be

The blow to her head had left Lia more confused than normal. Things were fuzzy and difficult. She knew she would have been in trouble if Ivy hadn't stuck with her. Despite being afraid of him at first, the giant had proved to be a gentle wolf. Patching her up, and keeping her fed. He didn't say anything to her, but she knew the hunting was difficult. She had some healer training, and she could see the weight he lost. She was dead weight to him, and it stung. It was just like the Hallows. She wasn't contributing the way she should be. Her slave-training made her useless in day to day life.


Something had to change.


It was early morning, and Ivy was coming back from a hunt when she stuck her head out the little den they were staying in. She found his form easily enough, he nearly glowed with the slivery traces of silver across his body. She offered him a smile, through it trembled a little. Brave, she was not. "Ivy? I think we need to make some decisions."