Pssst This Way!

Fern had lain in the dirt by the battlefield for what could have been minutes or hours. Through the red haze, she had watched those from her pack fight, barely absorbing their motions. The dirt below her turned to mud, and though the bleeding had slowed, it hadn't stopped.
And it hurt like hell.
She'd lain in a daze, her world consisting of the stench of blood and the throb of her eye until she saw a Talis wolf leave the battlefield, purposefully heading in another direction. Something within Fern roused, and called for her to follow. With a grunt, she'd lifted herself, and began to follow far behind, face angled so she could keep an eye on him.
That had led her where she now stood, stepping out from the treeline with a chuff, attempting to catch a brown youth's eye. Her face hurt, and she probably looked like a total mess. Her fur was clumped all over the right side of her face, matted with blood, and her right eye was shut tight. Her initial appearance didn't bother her, no. What did was the loss. She'd lost against a mere youth. A little girl. Her face wrinkled at the thought. Her chest burned with anger, like a swirling mass of flame. Fern suppressed a growl, trying to get her emotions under control. She would find the amethyst-eyed female again, and win. In the meantime, she needed medical attention so as not to lose her vision.