Magnus had saved her and remained by her side (or across the den, really) during the healing process of her wounds. It seemed that fate did not like the pretty pelt given to Fjallraven for now not only did the scars that flash across her hips stain her but she had a large, jagged scar along her shoulder where Jaidah had ripped her flesh down and it had taken such a long time for it to mend together. On top of that she had a puckered scar - or set - around the base of her tail in the form of teeth and the fur on her neck was not quite as thick at one part from another bite. She had been quite effectively mauled and in the process of her body reattaching itself and fighting off a vicious infection that had almost claimed her weak life she had grown gaunt. Now Fjallraven resembled once more, if not more so, the skeleton she had been in the beginning of her time in Molodian.

It wasn't Magnus's fault she was so thin. Her body was not a thing of hardiness like others and her constitution during the healing of her wounds and subsequent infection was sorely lacking. Once she had finally gotten up to stretch her limbs she had found that her appetite did not return as swiftly as would be normal. Magnus grumped at her quite a bit, always trying to shove food down her throat and she tried. She really really tried because she wanted to make him happy. She wanted him to not think she was weak; he had told her to quite talking like that when he had pushed her in the water and she knew that he didn't like it when she said stuff of that ilk. But it festered within her mind.

She lay at the edge of his den with her narrow head laid lightly upon her bony limbs and faded off into a gentle slumber. The day felt relaxing, not so hot nor so cold, and she knew Magnus lurked nearby. He never wandered too far from her. He was her protector and her friend and above all, her savior. She had to stay alive just because he demanded it. Quite literally.

Yet a long distant howl combs over the trees and her overlarge ears flick as her golden eyes slowly open. Was that... Jericho? The call, it resonates within her and her lanky tail begins to slap back and forth as she jolts upright. He had not forgotten about her! He wanted to see her! She is so overcome with excitement in this moment that she does not pause to call for Magnus nor does she calm herself. Exertion in her state could be quite costly, yet she lunges forward into a quite graceless run making all the noise in the world.

Once she crosses the borders of Glorall she slows quite abruptly, her heart suddenly slamming into her chest and tail tucking between her legs as she trots. Out here in the open they lurked, those killers who had tried to murder her. She whimpers softly to herself but she can't stop now. Instead she blinks hard and continues towards where the howl came from hoping she would make it to Jericho before something happened. "Jericho?" She half whispers half shouts, glancing about nervously. Magnus had to be around somewhere, he would follow her trail, she knew it even as she stops and turns around and then turns back repeatedly, trying to decide if this was a bad idea.