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She arrived at the camp in the wee hours of the morning, silent as the moon when she slipped unnoticed into her small shelter. Macha had bedded with Tamlin while she was away, no doubt causing his eagle and horse quite a bit of headache in her absence, but the golden scout was all too happy to babysit the feline for the ivory vixen.
He would not, however, be pleased to see what damaged she had sustained upon returning.
They were wrapped in simple bandages now, the off-white dressing almost blending into her fur, but the inner fabric near her hands were crusted with browning blood. It was painfully obvious that something had transpired, but the nature of such an injury she wouldn't dare reveal. Not only was it embarrassing and humiliating, but it was definitely going to scar her hands, and that was the greatest travesty of it all. More imperfections to litter her flawless body. It was heartbreaking.
Sighing deeply as she set aside her belongings, the wolfess easily fell into the corner of her space in exhaustion, having forfeited sleep in lieu of getting back to New Caledonia as soon as possible. She had zero desire to remain in Amherst, zero desire to return to Biff's Bar — and absolutely zero desire to run into the mountain of a man that had tormented her in the first place. A shame her savior had let the brute off with little more than a flesh wound, if anything at all.
But even as she tried to sleep she was interrupted; Macha, somehow with her unnatural sense of hearing, must have noticed her master's return; with a chirping, innocent mew, the cat entered the tent, moving to curl into Fennore's side. Groaning, the young woman turned on her side, pulling the cat close to her chest reluctantly to hopefully smother out Macha's attempts to rouse her. Just as happy to receive cuddles, she rubbed into Fennore's chin, purring contently as she laid in painful alertness, the inviting pull of slumber just far enough out of reach to keep her awake.
ooc → M tag is just for drunkenness and (perhaps) sexually suggestive stuff later on!
reason this has so many edits is because i'm trying to figure out why the table is showing up weird on the default skin?? oh well. looks fine on the others ?__?
(lol this deadass has 7 phat edits my b)
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