Ordinarily, the trip through the HQ, from the grunt dorms down to ground level and out the door to the surrounding desert wouldn’t take very long at all, especially once you knew the short cuts, and quickest route.
The female Grunt Faleen didn’t realize how much she missed a brisk walk, until she was literally forced to walk at a much slower speed.
The pain in her side wasn’t as bad as it used to be, the stabbing pain was reduced to a dull throb, byt the time she had been permitted to leave the infirmary, but Faleen didn’t want to push it, pull something stupid and end up opening the wound up again, then who knew how long it would take before she was able to train properly again.

Sticking close to the wall, to minimize the threat of someone running into her while they passed, the dark blond eventually made it to the exit of the HQ, exhausted, and not looking forward to the trip back, the grunt found herself sitting in the front as the time crawled by, not that she minded, it was a beautiful night, a little brighter then she would have preferred, as the mood glowing brightly in the sky, touching the distant desert land in silver, behind her the large dark building stood, though it felt far from quiet, she knew there was movement going on inside, a lot of it, and below her feet, dug into the sand, so much was going on, she couldn’t imagine, places few were permitted to go, she was certainly not allowed, to her disappointment. Someday… she promised herself.
But out there, out in the desert, everything was quiet, still, here she sat alone, her light eyes trailing the progress of a set of yellow rings gleaming in the moonlight, the distant from moving back and forth, as if looking for something.
Faleen watched her Umbreon, who stayed within eye sight of his master, the grunt leaning forward slightly to support her elbows onto her knees, rolling new empty dark ball between her palms. Taking in the night.