ashes to ashes // JORMUNGAND

JORMUNGAND

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childish indeed. he frowned as she trotted in place - how old was she exactly? and still acting like this? she pleaded for him not to send her back to the medic's den and he sighed. she lifted her limbs to show that indeed, some of the stitches were gone, and then tried to spread her wings. he winced for her as she did, too. it was a shame. he doubted she'd be able to fly again. then he tilted his head. he had a pair of wings in his house, mounted nicely. smaller than hers, but equally as pretty. an ear flicked, tailtip twitching in return. flight would definitely be the most difficult, if at all possible, for her to achieve again. "fine. let us walk. but the second you feel wrong or i smell blood i am wrapping you up and bringing you back to camp." he lifted a figurative brow and set off, pace slow. "what exactly happened to you, if you do not mind me asking?"

#psychosocial.