Flic slept twice while travelling, before she began to recognise the swell of the landscape contort into the highlands that contained her home. It didn’t necessarily mean that it had been two days since she left the shack though. Her perception of time faded with her hazy disconnect to the world around her. All she knew was that her body ached like she had been walking for a week, but her head was only beginning to tire again from her last nap. She worked out early on that she was around a six-hour run from the shack to Red Valley, but on two legs, with one of them decidedly weakened, it was taking a lot longer. Flic didn’t want to risk shifting into her wolf form. She wasn’t certain if anything had broken in the fight with Gavin, and to shift with broken bones would make every injury nast
