I Come With Knives

Life continued on, most days filled with much of the same. Kiela had no complains about the monotony of daily life though. As time went on she found herself more and more accustomed to life here and its intricacies, no longer feeling strange in her life as it became more stagnant than it ever had before. It helped that she had a pawful of wolves she trusted, and had slowly grown to care for - companions had a way of making life more enjoyable, an admission that a younger version of herself would've been surprised to hear.

She'd been enjoying a rare but restful midday nap when a sound outside her den roused her from sleep. Even in her dazed, sleepy state she could tell it was a familiar wolf, so she was slow to pull herself upright and begin moving. After a beat she was up on all fours, moving out of the entrance to her den. Valtiel earned a friendly nod, eyes bright with inquiry. "Are you healing up well enough?" It seemed the bandages on her shoulder had been removed, though the other woman's shoulder had definitely seen better days.