More mumbled voices reached her ears but she remained in her spot, the remaining energy she felt draining as quickly as it had come. She no longer felt the cold against her coat, instead things were numb from the neck down, therefore she was unaware that they had plans of moving her. She could not feel Maksim holding her up, though strangely enough, she was aware that something was moving her to upward against her will; it was movement similar to the ride of an elevator against the earth's gravity.
A cough spilled from her jaws, her bodies reflex upon further movement, but otherwise she grew still, her body leaning with all its puny weight of 90 pounds, against the bulky form of Cut Rock River's leader which only seemed lighter once Lachesis came to her other side. They were kind enough to remove her from winter's grasp, a gesture that would likely save her life, though her leg was bleeding steadily and pus was beginning to form once more at the wound. Her body attempted feverishly to repair the damage, but without help it seemed to be doing more damage than help--the alabaster male was correct, she needed to get to his den immediately. Without control of her body, the woman's head fell toward the weight of Maskim and her nose quickly buried beneath the hairs of the males outer coat, taking in his musk subconsciously. There was no doubt that her strong senses would be able to identify one of her saviors upon awakening, simply from scent alone.