
Korina had curled herself into a tight ball in her den. Her wounds taken care of, and thinking she had lost the cats following her scent. The kit was asleep, tired form moving, and if she moved too much, it would hurt her wounds even more. The kit sighed as she dozed, sitting upright as she heard pawsteps and voices near her cave, a low growl rumbling in her chest as she edged back into the shadows.
