A pink tongue lolled from narrow, blood-stained jaws as Vesper walked toward the familiar scent of Ichikan territory. Her pace seemed to drag both from her own exhaustion and the weight of the white she-wolf against her shoulder, and yet she knew that time was something they could not waste. She had to get her friend into the territory to a healer before blood loss took her from the world. She might have risked the journey south into Inferni, but she wasn’t sure how a wolf would be welcomed on clan ground or whether Enkiel would want to waste herbs and effort on an outsider when there could be others to treat. She knew that Kiara would be more comfortable in her own home, anyway.
She was tired and trembling, but she didn’t let her weariness keep her from her goal as she trudged onward, tuning out what her friend was saying. The apologies were pointless, and the assurances were lies. And so she feigned deafness until at last the strong scent of the border was reached and the threshold into Ichika no Ho-en territory was crossed by the Inferni coywolf and her injured charge.
Vesper paused then, panting, and tilted her head to offer a desperate, yipping howl to call the other members of the peaceful pack to them. She didn’t know how much further she could walk, and how quickly she would be able to find the arctic wolf’s residence in the unfamiliar lands.
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