Rat in a maze

A dark shape hovered over her, dark, and twinkling like stars and were it not for the pain that consumed her whole left side, bringing bile to her throat and tears to her eyes, the scent of burnt flesh and lingering sulfur overpowering, she might have thought herself dead. What did he want from her? Seemingly trying to preserve the life that so willingly drained from the open gaping wounds aross her shoulder and ribs. It would be a trifle on a larger wolf, but for one as small as Whisper, it might just spell her doom.

Nobody even knew she was out here, and she couldn't muster the energy for more than a faint whimper. She was certain it wouldn't be long now, everything felt kinda cold, even her burning leg. It wouldn't be long...

“Speech”