<div style="text-align: justify;">Brietta had found herself a safe spot among the hills she had known her whole life. Sometimes, Bri thought she could be blinded and still find her way around those hills. Probably could, by using all of her other senses. But luckily, she had not been blinded. She had been beat up, cut, and left for dead. But she would recover, sooner rather than later.<br/><br/>Taking her human form, the girl checked every wound, every cut, and cleaned the ones which needed to be cleaned. She didn't really have anything to dress her wounds, an didn't carry anything with her. After her attackers had left - they had probably lost large numbers and would very likely come back to take the land, with more of them - Brietta had patiently burned her living space to the ground. "I hope they enjoy a desolated and barren land", the girl muttered to herself.<br/><br/>After making sure it was safe, Brietta changed into her wolf form. It was smaller, more comfortable, and her wounds would be healed faster in this form. She wasn't  hungry yet, so a nap would be a good idea. <br/><br/>The golden-furred wolf had just laid her head on her front paws, in order to rest and to be able to see whatever came her way, when that howl sounded. "Were, female, foreign", her instincts alerted her. "Not hostile, hopefully". <br/><br/>Despite her tiredness and pain, Brietta got on all fours and howled. It was a clear, almost melodious howl. In wolf language, it meant, simply: "Friendly, wounded. Come north". She was nearly sure the other female was friendly. If she wasn't... well, Bri still had some fighting left in her.</div>