Sex: FemaleFor days the stumbling wolf had maneuvered about on three legs, guided by the mountain's glory. Glimpse were hard to catch, but every so often she could spot it in small clearings. Her body was well-worn out and she had more trouble than usual scavenging for food. It wasn't that she couldn't smell or find any, the problem was the distances. They were so far and few between and the crows often left very little for her when she finally reached the bones. Danica had done her best to keep her leg clean, licking away dirt and such at every stop she made. Fear of infection kept her nibbling off any forming scabs. However, as in experienced as she was with healing, there wasn't much she could do. Not to mention it was in a bad and somewhat hard to reach place. She couldn't manage cleaning the entirety of the bite.
Danica had long at last met the base of the mountain the night before, and now awoke to brilliant sunshine peaking through the canopy. What now? What more could the beast do? Climb until she passed out from exhaustion, only to roll back down? It wasn't rational or reasonable to climb it...and the woman already feared for her sanity. Never again did she want to slip into such a delusion she saw a nonexistent wolf. especially one as wrong-minded as Zeta.