The moment her dislocated leg had been put back into place, she was brought immediate relief. It was still numb- it likely would always be for as long as it had been out. The damage to her nerves couldn’t simply just be undone. Though the swelling had reduced considerably, it was certainly better than being stuck on the ground. Hobbling along, Aurelia moved rather slow- but it was part of it. In order to regain full mobility of it, she knew she needed to use it … though it was straining to do so. On top of the personal struggle, her absence would probably anger snaggle-tooth if he had noticed it. Leaving her prison unannounced was certainly pushing her luck. But this was his doing. If she were going to be able to support herself, she’d have to have the function of her leg or be forced to remove it. Dragging a deadened limb wasn’t an outcome she would even consider. And it was easier to walk than it was to cut through flesh and bone.
She was getting tired quickly- weakened from her captivity. Instead of pushing herself on, she found a sunny spot against the rock face where direct light had managed to melt off some of the snow. Staggering her way to her intended destination, she fell back on her haunches. Tilting her chin up, and closing her eyes as she reveled in the warmth that soaked into her charcoal fur. The fresh air was nice, and it was a much-needed break from the reek of blood and lust- scents that saturated her fur. The open breeze- cold, but clean. Cleansing. It gave her hope that perhaps she hadn’t been abandoned. Though she’d keep that glimmer of sanity firmly to herself. She was a survivor. And while pieces may be stolen, she’d remain herself until the embrace of death. The bond endures to the day of demise. And in the upcoming days, she would plot her own.
But for now, the pleasure of small mercies was entirely her own- completely unaware of how populated the Polar Sound had become as of recent.
Professor
Cosmetologist
