Tenseness seemed to take hold of the young girls body as the bigger wolf rose. Skyla's streaming eyes blinked shut as the wolf spoke, and then she would feel the air around her turn warm. With half opened eyes, she would gaze at the woman with blurry eyes, the corners of them crusted with dried sickness as she tried to focus. Winter had caught up to the little girl, and at a price. She had not the energy to walk any further, and figured she would die out here. Her emaciated and sickly body unable to handle anymore travel, much less the will to take another step forward. She didn't even have the will or strength to protest nor summon an apprehensive puppy grown at this stranger, but it would seem she did not need it. The woman was warming her up, her thick fur wrapping around the freezing pup. Skyla's eyes closed in brief relief before opening again to stare at the woman. One ear would twitch slightly atop her downtrodden fur, her pelt an embarrassment as it was in clumps and patches...a result of neglectful upkeeping.
"M-my name is Skyla...Skyla Aquawion..." her voice was nothing but a weak murmur. Her "R's still as un-pronounced as ever when she spoke. At the mention of going to a den, the little girl glanced up at the woman, her dull and tired eyes sparking briefly with a an almost desperate plea. With a slow nod, she responded. "Can we go to yoor den? It's cold outside..." Another sneeze would burst its way free from her small frame, forcing the childs head to fly back and then lie on her paws, her breathing labored from the travels and lack of food, sleep, and pure exhaustion. She was a sickly sight, and never before had she been so sick in her life. She felt hot, sick, icky, and everything else. Looking up at the woman, she whispered. "I don't feel good...and my tummy huwts..."
"Speech"
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