A wolf had met her in the abysmal cavern, and helped to lead her out of the darkness. And though she was exhausted, she ran all the way home, back to Munashii Gekko. How long had it been since she had been within these boundaries, these walls? Though likely it was only a few days, it seemed like months. Danger was gone... Stolen from her by a group of thugs, marauders who had wanted him for Tor knows what reason. And though she wanted him to escape, to fight them off and return to her, Nzingha knew better. Her pinnae had been filled with their demands, their threats - 'try to flee, and we will hunt the ess down and kill her.' Never had there been a word, a label, placed upon the relationship between Nzingha and Danger, but she had loved him and he had loved her.... Had not that been the way of it? They cared about each other and for each other, they watched each other's back when in a bind and never were parted, even when asleep. Nothing had come to pass from their relationship - he had been too respectful of her age... Had been too respectful in general. And she had never broached the subject, for what did a teen know of her womanhood?

Naught.

And her heart hurt and ached for his return. And her soul hurt and ached, knowing that he wouldn't.

She cried.

And then another heart ached as she did, only this wolf cried aloud, calling out to the world in great sobs and Nzingha's tired form managed to pull herself along the snow laden ground to finally reach the injured form. At first, Nzingha pulled back, thinking the fae injured... But she was not. Instead, she was deformed, a limb missing from her. Not that Nzingha minded - after all, she was in love with a blind wolf.

"Are...you...alright?..."

Her words were ragged, each said with its own breath individually as she huffed and puffed, trying to catch her breath. But suddenly, safe within the boundary of her home, Nzingha collapsed into the sweet abyss of unconsciousness, her form merely needing a moment's rest, and her mind needing a reset.

OOC- <3