I Come With Knives

The bandages were off but the wound still looked nasty. Val would permanently lose the fur along her shoulder where the bear's claws had struck her, but it seemed as though her neck wouldn't suffer the same fate. Not as much, anyway. Daily exercise had left the fae able to bend and, though she had a long way to go, Val had regained a good bit of mobility. As such, she felt that it was time to contribute and replace the resources used to feed and house her.

Kiela was the first wolf that came to mind when Val wanted to hunt. The quiet fae was easy company and neither felt the need to speak much. When they did speak, it had been pleasant. They were of like minds, it seemed. Val had learned where the older woman kept her den and the gold marked fae approached, stepping into the doorway with a husky, "Kiela?"

"Valtiel"