@wrathbent away. When Mordred spoke of the military, of the humans, she gave a nod of understanding. They were the same in that way, chosen by humans--

@wrathbent to fight for humans and take what the humans wanted. Oblivious to the other's persistent hostility, or maybe just ignoring it, her maw --

@wrathbent split with a small grin and she turned her head to show off the heavy studded collar that ensnared her neck. "I can understand that --

@wrathbent alright, cousin. Got me a pretty souvenir to show for my time with 'em, too. At least, I think it's pretty. These eyes aren't what they --

@wrathbent used to be. They give you those, too?" She nodded towards the jackal's prosthetics.

[ OpenRP ] Everything hurt. From the tips of her ears to the pins on her back to the pads of her paws, misery latched to every tendon and --

muscle and bone. Her right hind leg would be out of commission for a week or two, and her left ear seemed stuck facing forward. That was --

problematic... But still worth it. On wobbling legs, she raised her left fore to her neck, making sure the torn blanket she wore remained--

in place. Satisfied, she bound off towards the woods and the town that lay just beyond it. Fresh waves of agony blossomed across every --

inch of her body, but so be it. She grit her fangs and continued on. It certainly wasn't her fastest pace and she stumbled across every --

rock and root. But If she wanted to keep her place among them, she couldn't come back empty handed again.

@wrathbent She listened carefully, to the other's words as well as to the sounds of claws on something inorganic. Ah, those must be the jackal's --

@wrathbent legs. They seemed solid. Sturdy. The Jolteon imagined the advantages of such limbs and her toothy grin grew. "Lucky! And here I am with --

@wrathbent burs stuck all over my paws! Least you're spared /that/ wretched pain." She chuckled and continued. "And I don't got a trainer. Nah, this --

@wrathbent collar's from someone else a long time ago, and 'trainer's' definitely not the word I'd use for him. I'm just out on a hunt, lookin' for --

@wrathbent grub before I head out in the morning. Sad to say that runt of a Sentret is all I was able to get..." She paused for a moment, unsure of --

@wrathbent how to continue. "..Ya know, I hate to ask, /really/ I do but... Would you mind sharing a small bit of your bear there? Nothing much, of --

@wrathbent course! Just a small piece of an arm or a leg, is all. It's been so long since I had anything more than berries and bugs, to be honest..."

// In desperate need of an active timeline/interactions. Where did everyone goooo

She naps in a clearing several yards from her master's campsite. Whimpers leak from her maw, and her legs twitch in pace with the nightmare plaguing her mind.