I had finally been accepted into Abendrot, I had finally been healed, I had finally, almost, made friends with Kershov. I could sense he still had a grudge towards me, for ripping apart his face, shaming him forever. But look what he had done to me. I now only had my right ear, and a limp in my right fore leg that had been dislocated. It still gave me a bit of pain here and there, but it was bearable now. I had learned to live with it. Now I needed to relax, and take a break outside of the pack lands and away from it's occupants.

I still had a fresh scar and missing fur just above my tail from the coyote attack, and I was beginning to get thin. I really needed food; and I really needed a bath. So that's were I was going. I was on my way to the falls, to clean the dried blood from my pelt, and let the cold water massage my deep muscle wounds. My nose found the forest floor as my large masculine frame, although I was definately female, made it's way limping through the brush. It wasn't long before I found myself at the bank of the fall's trubutary, beside two wolves who appeared to be lovers. Ignoring the duo, I stepped into the pool of water, turning it a deep red, and brown. Lapping sloppily at the surface of the water, drool and liquid dripped from my chin as I sat down in the shallows, letting it rush through every strand of fur and cleanse my injuries.