A silent guardian.

On the edge of the clearing, she stands hidden by the shadows of the trees. She watches Shatter's every move without a sign of her presence but her flickering green eyes glowing in the darkness. She doesn't move to approach the fae, she simply watches, examining her wound from afar and noticing the pus surrounding it. What a fool.... She thinks to herself. Why would she do such an incredulous thing? There's no way she'll walk properly again now... She thinks sadly, letting the black wolf go about her buisness without letting herself be known.

With a sigh, the dark coloured fae turns again and bounds away. Her friend clearly didn't need her, if she did, she wouldn't have left with a recently broken bone and heavily damaged tissues. As she slows to a trot, she lets her mind wander through the events of the day. Shatter had been injured, and she'd tried to help, only to have a major catastrophe occur. She makes her way back towards her camp, without a second thought.