She'd descended from the sky weeks ago, now. The sun rose and fell routinely, whilst Cvetka was left as idle as a rotting corpse in a den filled with unfamiliar faces—they offered medicine for the agony that throbbed in her delicate forearm, struck up a conversation as though they'd known her for years... thank god she managed to slip out of the Fate's Respite. There was only so much the young dame could handle.

The wolfdog was ever grateful for the assistance—particularly of Amaris, who'd dragged her from the ice's surface in the first place. She found herself pressing her dark-brown nose downward in search of a whiff of his mildly familiar scent, to be able to follow in his tracks and keep him in her line of sight. At least, she knew that he would come to her aid if she so needed. That was something she craved, something she needed.

Pressing through shrubbery, Cvetka limped into the Golden Glade with an ache in her shoulder. The uninjured limb, carrying double the wait it was accustomed to, grew wearied from her escapade, all the while her broken leg remained tucked gingerly to her chest. The small canine raised her head, nose twitching, eyes seeking out a sleek, silver frame—but nothing.

Her head lowered and she continued onwards in her short, hobbled pace. Yet even with the lame girl's leisurely canter, her muscles grew strained, trembling from overexertion—and she was a ways away from 'home,' if she could call it that. Cvetka had little choice but to flop onto her flank and let the frost-laden greenery caress her body. Her head befell the earth with a fatigued huff fanning over the turf, susurrating against the strands of grass.

The sky was littered with minuscule winks from stars overhead. The moon hung and cast her silver light over Cvetka's feathery pelt like a satin film—lids of her eyes began to ease down, concealing the soft blue of her irises.

Before she could drift into any sort of slumber, her nostrils flared. There was a rustle—her ears swiveled forward and stiffly stood over her head, listening intently for another sound. Nothing. Her head swung upwards and began to inspect the land around her, searching for whatever was nearby. As much as she desired to, her withers remained burning with an ache, barring her from hoisting herself onto her 3 fit paws and wandering around to investigate.