(POV) Amethyst
The sun was a searing white disk struggling to burn through the last of the morning mist by the time I felt the small, essential strength return. The piece of cured meat Kaelen had provided was a miracle worker, igniting a slow, steady fire in my gut that began to feed Sable’s enormous physical needs. I had also managed to drink deeply from the stream, the cold, clean water shocking my system back to a functional level.
Sable, still in her wolf form, was curled tightly around the roots of the oak, her breathing deep and even now. She had passed from exhaustion into a necessary state of restorative sleep. The cuts on her hide were entirely gone; only the faint, disturbed texture of the newly grown fur marked where the rogue claws had torn through.
We have rested enough,
