melancholia

Morganna scrunches her face for force back the tears that want to come for the sharp, throbbing ache of her ear, for the bruised shoulder and the tender spot on her leg where her quills pushed back jarringly to bruise her flesh, but she won't let herself be seen like that. Gritting her teeth, she pushes herself up and tried to offer what she hopes is a reassuring smile to the tiny dark wolf that had found her. "Ha! S'not th' first time an it won't be th' last." She says with false bravado, limping a few steps away to shake some of the mud from her pelt. "Rain's not gonna do you any good either, let's find somewhere dry." She was only a visitor here, so didn't know the best places to escape the weather, so she held back for a moment, hoping her new companion would lead the way.