She was going to die, she was certain this time. It was as if she had been beat up once more, and it was mostly her own fault. Her home was close now, she could feel it, smell it, and that knowledge had made her push herself a bit too much today. Luckily they had found a cavity between two large rocks and could rest protected from the elements and out of sight from hostile creatures. Perhaps a bit of rest would do her good, but right now she felt truly awful.
"My legs," she moaned, "And my paws! I think they're about to fall off..."
In reality, Skuld was in better condition than she had been since the assault, and her limp was almost gone. They had managed to cover a lot of ground that day and it was only natural that she was sore.
But the soreness once again made her doubt if she would ever come home as more than a spirit. Duma would make it just fine in the Mizimu, or so she hoped, but there were some things she needed to address. Her meeting with the pale lioness Fenja had reminded her that not every lion was fond of the Mizimu lifestyle. She had met enough outsiders on her travels to know that the idea of intestine reading and Sacrifices could be a bit off putting to put it nicely. Duma needed to hear about their customs from her and not from some hostile outsider. Yes, she would need to find a way to bring it up tonight. As soon as she was finished moaning about her aches and pains of course.
