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"You should be happy. No one hurt from the cats. Macbeth sees that as good thing." The woman grumbled louder at the bird; and waved him away with her left hand, though he settled back on her shoulder when put it down.
In all honesty that she could muster, she felt like she could crawl into a hole and die. Though the fever had been reduced to only a lukewarm heat that could only be found on her forehead and arm, it still felt uncomfortable for the usually healthy coywolf. What was worse, Jazper had ordered her to bedrest, and did not allow her to perform her daily duties. While she could have maybe dealt with a little break from hunting and patrolling, being unable to defend her own pack mates scorned her the worst. Did she not have the right to hunt and chase out those beasts when one of them had done this to her? She was not one to hold grudges, but she felt it was her place to be able to fight alongside her friends.
In the end, she stayed in bed the day they called to chase of the cats, her loyalty to Jazper's words a thorn in her side. While he did say to stay in bed, she'd be damned if she could not at least walk around the Fort, and that was exactly what she did, with a blanket drapping over her shoulders and fresh bandages around her forearm. She just wanted to wander around the streets without a place to go in mind, since all she wanted to do was walk and to breathe fresh air. But, as she stepped away from the courthouse, she turned and noticed a familiar reddish shape in front of the building.
"Hi, Neela," she greeted as she approached the woman and settled near her, crossing her legs and huddling up in her blanket. "It looks like your enjoying that fish more than you should," she said with a joking smile.
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