Sex: FemaleSet some time after Nori goes off to scout for SC's new territory.
Her head was killing her.
Not in the usual way, where its persistent throbbing was more an annoyance she could ignore. No, this was a different beast entirely. The pain in her head radiated down her neck, churning her stomach and causing her to stumble over her own paws as she tried to find a dark place to rest. The light was only making the situation worse, she found, eyes squinted into narrow chips as she wandered.
She was supposed to be scouting ahead. It had been a discussion with Nash that she would do so, leaving markers along the way for the rest of the pack to follow. She'd been on her own for about a week, maybe a little more, and was making good progress, but this had stopped her in her tracks.
Nori tripped over her own feet, staggered, and vomited unceremoniously on the ground between her two front paws. She was quick to turn away from it, and through swimming vision, she spotted her respite.
A tree had fallen, hollow and large enough for just one wolf to fit inside. Without thinking too hard on it, Nori wormed her way inside and squeezed her eyes shut, grateful for the shadows that surrounded her. She was breathing hard, her stomach churning and her head pounding, but at least the light wasn't bothering her as much.
Pietro had said this would happen, hadn't he? Explosive headaches as a result of the damage she'd taken before? At the time, Nori had no idea just how bad something as simple as a headache could really be.
This was agony.
Pathetically, she turned her head and buried her face half in her paws, nose scraping the rough wood beneath them. She wished for a moment that it was soft fur that she was burrowing into instead, half desperate for comfort, but there was none. Anyone who would be willing to have her so close felt worlds away, miles and miles stretching between them.
In the morning, her headache would ease up and she would be on her way again, as though this had never happened. But for now, Nori could do nothing but huddle in the carved-out hollow of an old, fallen tree and wish that she was somewhere else.