Vesper watched anxiously as the black she-wolf stood, but she didn’t immediately collapse or scream or anything that would have indicated a serious break. When Blind turned to look at her, the slightly older female realized that she had been holding her breath; she let it go in a soft sigh and met her two-toned gaze expectantly, wondering what Blind planned on doing now. Would she take Ves’ advice and go back to her pack, or would she even be able to make the journey?
There was a soft touch as the girl nudged her cheek, and sky blue eyes fluttered shut for a moment as Vesper drank in her scent. The moment did not last long before she smirked faintly and shrugged her shoulders—carefully, not wanting to jar the only support Blind had. “Vesper,” she murmured, unsure herself if her name would have been remembered; she thought she had given it in Halifax, but a long enough time had passed, and Vesper hadn’t been able to remember Blind’s name except for the strangeness of it and her heterochromia.
“Let’s get you to a healer,” the coywolf added, and she took a step forward, pausing and steadying the girl the best she could. “I’ll walk with you for a while, all right?” Her bite wound was complaining, and while she would have walked a thousand miles to make sure her new friend was okay, she didn’t want to ruin her own leg.
Unlike Blind, she didn’t have a pack to care for her.
