Just a little change

She listened in silence, holding the cloth to her head still as she waited. Minutes passed her by. One lot, and then another. She breathed shallowly, hurting and trying not to let it show. She felt cramped as well, crouched as she was in the shadows. She needed to move, but she didn’t know if it was safe. Surely whoever had called out was gone by now. But she couldn’t chase out the vision of a wolf crouched just out of sight, waiting for her to let her guard down.

But why would they wait so patiently? She wasn’t going to put up much of a fight, wounded as she was. Or… with the lack of training she had. The silence was getting to her, and she started to wonder… could the voice have been a result of the concussion? Perhaps she was hurt worse than she realised. She lifted the cloth from her head again. It was still bleeding, and her vision was cutting out at the edges. She needed to stop the blood, or she was going to be in serious trouble. Hullucation, or real? She needed to make a choice. Making choices had never been her strong point… another set of minutes ticked by as she sat there. Frozen in indecision. Long enough that the choice was taken from her. With the sound of a soft sigh, she collapsed in on herself, the cloth falling from her unconscious paws, and the blood running freely into the grass.

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