by Bethicus » Thu Apr 05, 2012 6:09 am
Fedelta growled to the wolf who'd ran away, and turned to see his mate struggling to clean her wounds. He cursed himself silently for not helping her earlier. He walked towards her, and began to gently clean the wound on her neck. It wasn't too bad, or fatal, so as long as it didn't get infected, she should be okay. "Are you sure you're okay?" He asked her, worried about other wounds.
Miroiter's head was spinning and her heart was pounding, echoing in her ears. She felt a slight nudge and forced her eyes open, slowly, to see a wolf standing above her. With all the energy she could muster, she pushed herself half a pace back. "please... don't kill me..." She whispered, almost too low to hear.