- we are all decieving, lost, and bleeding.
Random pictures filled her head. They were fuzzy, and flickered from one to the next she was unable to retain what they were exactly. All she knew was her mind had escaped reality for a brief time till she felt the light touch of another. A natural reflex her skull pulled away, eyes opened to see the ebon toned face. Copper colored ears were pressed against her skull, as the last few moments of her life came back to her. She was near a stream, where she was being helped to recover. The hare's blood struck her nostrils, and made her stomach ache. Quickly her eyes shifted from female wolf to the dead hare, and than to brown male. Heartbeat was rampant behind it's cage, and quietly her pink tongue smoothed over her cream jowls. She hoped rest would be more peaceful, but didn't dwell on it. A curled smile, she tipped her head to lad.
"Thank you," she said, than decided it best to eat her meal. She would pay them both back, somehow. Right now, with a gurgle from her stomach her jaws snatched at the carcass, and she started pulling the sweet flesh from bone. She tried not to scarf it down, but still ate rather rapdily. Once done she slowly pushed herself to a sitting, and licked the blood from her face. Her gaze shifted between the wolves. "I doubt I can do well on my own, but I don't want the two of you putting me over your pack," she stated meaning well. She assumed the rest of the pack was kind like the pair, but time had taught her she could be wrong, dead wrong. She didn't have plans to join the pack, why would any leader let a strange, hurt wolf be taken in?