Sex: FemaleThe young black and cream colored wolf’s lungs burned as she skidded to a stop, her flanks rising and falling heavily as she glanced around, her sage green gaze wide as she dropped the pheasant she had been caring, her ears straining as she tried to pick up the sound of her pursuer The coppery scent of blood drifted upwards, causing the yearling to turn her head, unable to see where it was coming from, she sniffed again, stretching her left hind leg, she sucked in a breath when she saw it, the skin torn, fresh crimson liquid running down her leg, a stinging pain escaping.
A soft whine escaped Skyla as she looked it over, shifting and settling down onto her haunches, she lifted her leg up, looking over the rather minor wound, though being a worst case scenario type of girl, the very worst flooded her head in irrational worry, was she going to lose her leg? Die from such a grievous injury? The thought made her swallow, to die from this after everything she had been through? There was still so much left to see!
“No!” she shouted allowed, she refused to die and was determined to heal from the injury inflicted upon her, she steeled herself and took a deep breath before she realized something...she didn’t anything about recovery or helping an injury, but common sense told her that she had to stop the very small trickle of blood gushing out, a few droplets already decorating the grassy turf below her. She balanced herself, planting her forepaws in the dirt on either side of her left leg as she tried angling her head to reach it, her tongue sticking out, it rested just out of reach, above her paw where she had been nipped while running away in a panic. She paused in this position, trying to figure out how to proceed.
(This post was last modified: Sep 29, 2017, 09:50 PM by Skylork.)