Tala danced about in the moonlight, to her own tune. She hunted earlier on and now she was just enjoying her solitude. She loved to dance, hearing music in the winds, swaying grasses and the sounds of night. She thought they were wonderful and they just made her wish to move.She was very graceful, not something one often thought of when they thought of a hyena, but Tala could really care less. She weaved through the grasses like a phantom, making delicate leaps and prancing about. It was probably an odd sight, but it was something Tala found herself doing often. She even sang a out of after a few moment, no words, but a soft tune that carried on the wind.
Svärta's healing injuries were still slowing him down but he was alive and out of harm's way for now. The leopard that patched him up had probably saved his life, but he wasn't fully recovered and he suspected it would take a while to get there. He fully intended to get back to the graveyard, but didn't want to push himself too much. It was a sticky situation... His injuries made it hard to get by on his own, so he should really try to get back to his pack as soon as possible. However, if he pushed himself he might end up undoing all the hard work done to save his life and never get home at all.