Damayanti was in her crippled state. She was nearly starved to death, she had managed to stop the blood from flowing out of her body, and she had plenty of water, but she was starved and she was nearly dead from her wounds. She needed a healer; she had managed to get herself closer to the grounds, away from the dangers of the mountains. She was aiming to find Narime, and perhaps she knew a healer ould help Damay in her deadly state. She collapsed on the ground; she could not continue on for today, it was only noon. Her stamina was at an all-time low, she was near death. She needed a healer, and soon. Her icy blue eyes closed, she needed to reserve her strength. She had fallen under a shaded tree. She was near the borders to the Ridge wolves; she scented the same scent that had been on Narime.
Damayanti had her tail curled up to her stomach and she made herself as small as she could. She collapsed on her side so she was in a ball. She could almost see the crows swirling down around her. The snow covered her in a blanket as it fell. It felt as if the world was caving in around her, her eyes opened slowly as the snow started to stick to her fur. She lifted her head slightly; a weak howl from her muzzle was all she could get out. She was scared and alone. Her howl had two words. She called out 'Help Me.'
Damayanti waited, she would either die here where she lay, or live to fight another day. She was not sure which. but she knew one would happen.