[Wolfattack12334]

I yawn, feeling exhaustion pricking at me. I had been laying their sleepily, listening to birds and leaves stirring in the distance. It was peaceful and quite - serene even. It was as if nothing bad had happened at all. Nothing could now, at least.

I close my eyes, listening to a distant howl. What? I think silently. "Did his howl contain the fragmented words rebmA?" I say aloud.

"Yes, they did." A whisp sounds behind me; so faint that one could think it was the wind.

I slump over, gasping and choking, spitting up mounds of blood as it pours from my throat and mouth,

"You didn't cut deep enough." One snarls.

"I know - she'll bleed out and no body will be able to do anything about it. That's better than a swift death. No cobweb or herb can save her now; she's truly a dead wolf." A brutal voice responds, vanishing from the den as quickly as they had appeared. I hack up blood, wanting to wail or cry out in agony but not being able to. I dig my talons into the ground, trying to hold on to life; praying that somehow somebody would come and I could say some form of goodbye. Wheres Fatal? I want to see him one more time... I think to myself, struggling for life.
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