Sun is Setting in the West
12-03-2013, 06:01 PM
| Obsidian |
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Obsidian pawed through the snow that covered her meal, hoof throwing it up against her hind legs, until a strip of grass was revealed. Her head lowered, and she cropped the brown stand with strong teeth. Her haunches were healing, thanks to Erani?s seemingly tireless attention to all the wounded. Thankfully, no proud flesh had cropped up on the wounds, which would have left the new scars more hideous than her shoulder injuries had been. With luck, the scars would fur up like her old injuries from the cougar had, and she wouldn?t face the rest of her life with stripes of cold where the skin would be. The grass was the typical tasteless fare of winter, the season having truly come around, and her coat had fluffed out, leaving summer sleekness behind, becoming plushy and soft. Another winter with her pack. She felt blessed to have them, as odd as the mix was. She had done her best to protect Rayne in the battle, and had somewhat succeeded, at the cost of some blood. Rayne had escaped with only minor wounds, and Obsidian herself had left, tail defiantly slashing the air. She?d paused to take up Chrysanthe where Azalea had left her, and carried the Alpha to the Healers. Speaking of Chrysanthe? The horse?s head lifted, fuzzy ears pricked, as her leader?s voice sang across the territory. A meeting. In two strides, the horse took off at a canter, leaving a trail of equine hoof prints behind, breath bursting free of her nostrils in vaporous clouds. Her rump stung a bit as the movement of her muscles around the knitting injuries pulled at the scabs that had formed. But she bore it like a warrior of Valhalla. In silence, and pushed to the back of her mind. She slowed into a trot as she came to the gathering, noting Erani, Surreal, Alsander, and Caerul?s presence, as well as a few more from the pack, and a couple of strangers. She took her usual place at the back of the group, ears pricked to listen to what Chrysanthe had to say. |