gasp, is she dead?!

She had survived before and she had wanted to this time as well. Inside, her body begged her to let go. Wander on into Somnium without a second glance backward. That would have been the easy option. As each of her frail breaths struggled to inhale the crisp, cold northern air, she continued on. Her eyelids would flutter, a minuscule sign that she was at least still alive. Try as she might, she fought her brain and failing organs for consciousness.

Hanging by a mere thread, the sound of a loud and sharp bark close to her made her facial muscles flinch. Her ear which wasn't against the sand flicked backward as a paw twitched slightly. Someone was here? To save her? To end her life? The girl continued to struggle, continued to try and keep going. Silence came back and she could feel her heart begin to race slightly. Was the wolf still there? Anxiety began to trickle in until she heard a second wolf shuffling up closer to her. Who was this? The scents weren't familiar, but also familiar in the sense that she knew they belonged to Armada.

Armada! Her eyes flutter some more as she is close to waking up. She hears his voice ask what happened and she wishes she could reply. But even if she were fully awake yet, there would be no point in asking. Words didn't work for her. Barking and howling hardly worked either. It was as if her vocal cords were missing. A quiet, ugly-sounding whimper is but a mumble behind her closed, dry, and cracked lips. She peeks out from her lids to try and glance at her two saviors. Unrecognizable, but she wouldn't be able to thank them enough hopefully.