Crash watched the male go, ears pinned back. She didn't like asking for help; she was a very independent one, she was. Traveling for so long with little contact with other wolves... It changed you; made you less sociable. Crash groaned once more and whipped her head inwardely, eyes squeezed shut as a new wave of pain shot through her. She grimaced and curled her lips back to reveal a row of rzor-sharp fangs, startlingly white. As much as she didn't like asking for help, it's not like she had much of a choice. She was dying.
As Crash awaited the male's returned, she felt the pain begin to subside and she let out a breath, opening her eyes. She knew that it would only last for a few minutes before another wave- stronger than the last- would ripple through her system, washing her in a sea of imdecribeble agony. Crash's ears perked up when she heard pawsteps thrumming quickly oward her and she lifed her head to see the male returning, a ball of soaked moss in between his jaws. As he dropped the moss by Crash's mouth, he told her to drink up as he started to pad off again. Suddenly, a newwave of pain unexpectedly overcame the fae's body and she cringed, squeezing her eyes shut once more. Her jaw clenched and her claws dug into the dry earth as she listened to the male disperse, in too much pain to even stifle a groan. "Please hurry." she hissed through clenched teeth, taking in deep shuddering breaths to try and numb the pain.
As the sharp pain began to die down into a dull ache Crash sighed and opened her eyes again, looking up to see the ball of moss in fron of her. It was small in size, and a few thorns stuck out from it; but hey, it was better than nothing. Crash tuck her tongue out and rasped it over the ball, sighing with relief as she felt the cool liquid slip down her throat. After a heartbeat or two she began to lick it again, more eagerly this time. The sound of pawsteps told Crash that the male was coming back as she licked the moss ball, the vibrations of his pawsteps gradually growing stronger. Finally, the male pushed his way through the bushes and bent his head down, placing down three small silver fish. As he advised Crash not to eat them too fast she nodded eagerly, opening her mouth the sink her teeth into the smallest of the fish. As she ripped off a piece she looked up at the male, her eyes showing her thanks.
Crash nodded, her mouth still full with fish, in understanding as the male told her his name, giving a curt bow. Crash closed her eyes briefly, processing the information. So, this wolf's name was 'Kovar,' was it? Hm, what an exotic name. she observed, swallowing her mouthful. But it suits him. Crash ran her tongue over her jaws, feeling strength begin to flood back into her paws as she did so. "My name's Crash." she said, slowly scrambling into a sitting position.