Just a little change

She pulled the cloth away and examined it. The blood was still bright, fresh. She sighed and placed it back against her forehead. Soon, she was going to have to give up waiting and do her best to patch it. She had some training in healing, and it wouldn't be the first time she had patched herself up. But the head was always tricky. She also thought she might have a concussion, so holding a steady paw as she worked was going to be difficult.

As she considered her option, a voice called out. Clearly the scent of blood had attracted then. A predator. She shrunk further against the stone, wondering if the shadows cast by the crumbling building would protect her. But if he had the scent of her blood in his nostrils, a little shade wouldn't keep her safe.

She thought of another time, and another wolf that had taken advantage of her. She felt her pulse quicken. She wasn't sure she could stop him, but she wasn't going to make it any easier, either. She cringed in the shadows, hoping something would distract him, or lead him away.

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