Dejia smelled blood. Meat, fresh meat, was nearby. She was really hungry, as she hadn't eaaten a thing for a few of days now. She walked a little farther, following the scent of the meat, and then picked up another scent. Wolves. 'Oh, boy.' She thought. She wasn't really hungry enough to fight for the meal. Even if she was, she knew she would lose the fight anyways. She smelled multiple wolves. Three, to be exact. She definitely could not win a fight against three other wolves that may or may not be as hungry as she was. Trotting faster, she realized that the meat was a deer. 'Maybe it's herd is nearby, and I can hunt one of those deer without disturbing those wolves and getting in to a fight.' She spoke softly to herself. 'One was always better off when one talks to oneself. Haha.' She snickered. Hurridly, she padded around the wolves to where she smelled the herd. Bursting out of the trees, she headed for it. Her target was already fleeing from the other wolves, but she was an exceptional hunter. Catching up to the deer, she quickly singled one out and - SNAP - a miss. Growling deep in her throat, she tried again. Run, circle, single, snap. Fail. Fail. Frustration. Fall. Her thoughts came in flashes as she ran at top speed, then suddenly tripped. Howling in pain, she glanced down and suddenly screeched to a stop. Blood, everywhere. It was her leg. She must have cut it up on that sharp rock she had tripped over. Sucking in deep breaths, she forced her breathing to calm and slow. 'Aw, crap.' She thought as she smelled the wolves. They were closer than she thought. She had been so focused on chasing down the herd that she must have circled back to where the others were. Starting to get dizzy, she wobbled over to a soft patch of grass and started licking her wound. Whining softly in the back of her throat, she cleaned and cleaned. But the world was getting fuzzier and...fuzzier...and... She blacked out from blood loss.
(This post was last modified: Jan 27, 2012, 03:31 AM by Dejia.)