where the dogs of society howl

She'd slunk off to the edges of the river that cut through Polaris, jaw still radiating pain, paranoid. Eve was nice - nice enough to cross into "friend" territory with any more time - but she couldn't get attached, not yet. Being around the tiny crow without having confronted the Merrymen yet would put her in danger.

Fleur grimaced. It was hard to get a lie past Fang, and even harder to keep it up - but then again, Louie didn't seem to have any problems. The skunk nodded to herself, leaning down to lap at some of the water, absently brushing her paws clean. She'd go back, reinsert herself into the group, build up her ties, plan everything out, and then gut the little false queen when her back was turned.

Fleur grinned to herself, pink teeth glinting in the light of the cave, wincing as the action pulled at her fractured jawbone. The first round of healing spells had brought down the inflammation, removed the infection, but the shards of bone were still lodged inside. Maybe... maybe she could cause inflammation, enough to pop them back out? The assassin huffed, sitting back on her haunches heavily, focusing on the millions of buzzing organisms that crawled throughout her body. Heal me.

But they stilled, as if deaf to her call, and Fleur pushed again, the familiar feel of anger prickling her fur. Heal. Me. Now. Still, they lay dormant, and the skunk let out a cracking groan of annoyance, settling down into an oversized lump of silky white fur and peeved red eyes.