Agony swamped her frame once more. Wynter Fury was still alive though to talk about her experience. For that she would be forever grateful. The mare stumbled once more before cursing the unknown name of the one that had attacked her just before the fire had broken out in the realm of the Thunderbird Herd. Her wings still refused to carry her for long distances unlike before. Wynter Fury recalled the terror she had experienced with the flames closing in of the helplessness that came with realizing that she could not fly to safety like the others had with the call to retreat being sounded. She had been forced to find another place to shelter from the flames and even then it had been a close call. The mare had spent a miserable night being forced from one potential refuge to another as the fire that had been sparked continued to devour the parched land. Eventually she had tucked herself into a safe enough looking location and managed to close her eyes to rest.
It was when she woke up the next morning that the direness of her situation hit her. She was wounded and the fire, although diminished in size, still seemed to burn with impunity. She had to find a way down from the lands that she had thought of calling home. Without the use of her wings there was only one viable option left open to her. She would need to walk and that meant that she'd be in constant motion. The idea of every step taken jarring her injuries was to say unappealing. What choice was she left with though? It was clear that the other members of Thunderbird would not return until the fires were out and Wynter had no idea if the enemies that had attacked them were still around. No, she needed to tend to her own safety first and foremost. She would need to regain the use of her wings before returning once more to these lands. Her mind made up Wynter Fury began the trek that would see her leaving the once lush herd lands in which whose members had been pleasant enough. Fire had ravaged the lands. It was a strange thought that popped into Wynter's mind as she edged closer to the path that would lead her down the mountain. She knew that she had been a vulnerable target for misfortune but never had she believed that she would have been protected and act as a protector at the same time. She had saved Canaan's life and that feeling of being useful sent a streak of white-hot fire throughout her body. Perhaps she could work with this new feeling of purpose. If she managed to heal from her injuries maybe there was a chance that she could learn the skills a healer would possess. She could return to the Thunderbird Herd and actually use her knowledge for a higher purpose.
First things first though: she needed to survive the descent down the mountain. Wynter Fury grimaced as a fresh wave of pain lanced out from the wound in her shoulder before gritting her teeth together. She needed to see through the pain.
