Word Count → 371 :: Dated December 21st. For reference on the fight, read Blood and Snow in Sticks and Stones.
Every step the arctic wolf took seemed like an endless torture. The wounds on her belly, shoulder, head, and neck were no longer bleeding heavily; but blood still dripped from them. Heat radiated from each gash while the cold seeped into her bones. Kiara's once pristine coat was stained red with blood, both fresh and drying. The arctic wolf's breathing was labored and only helped to exacerbate her wounds. Kiara's eyes clouded over several times, but through some miracle the alabaster woman managed to stay conscious.
After her horrifying encounter with Amy all Kiara wanted to do was curl up into a small ball. Kiara was battered, both physically and mentally. That day had started out wonderfully, only to end in disaster. Kiara had woken to find the world covered in snow. Like most arctic wolves she enjoyed snow and went for a run through the Halcyon Mountains. However, once she met Amy that all changed. Amy had tortured the snow wolf, carving a circular pattern into her belly and laughing all the while. Amy had also injured Kiara in many other ways, but none as horrifying as the gash on her belly.
The alabaster woman was only dimly aware of Vesper's presence, even though Kiara relied heavily on the coywolf's support as she walked. Her eyes barely registering what was in front of them. Kiara wasn't even aware that the two had crossed the boarders of Ichika. Every now and then Kiara would mutter something to Vesper. Most of the time what she said was incoherent. However, occasionally Kiara would try to apologize to Vesper or say that she could get back to Trenton by herself. The last part was a lie.
Sometimes the snow wolf would slip into waking dreams. The visions before her eyes were scattered and strange. She would see Shiloh and little Sarian. She would see her parents and siblings. She would see Amy and her dreaded knife. Nothing made sense though and most of her mutterings occurred during these times. Even as the ghostly figures danced in from of her, the arctic wolf continued to walk. Placing one foot in front of the other. Somewhere, deep down, Kiara knew she needed to get back home.
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