I don't think too hard about thread titles tbh

Damira's ears twitched as she turned, brows furrowing as her eyes caught sight of the sickened wolf that approached. It moved far faster than it ought to, stumbling forward as though something was dragging it along on strings, the rhythm of one paw in front of the other was all off. Not how any four legged creature would naturally walk, as if it had forgotten how to.

She didn't need to be commanded to run, as that was what she'd been fully intending to do, but a bit of assistance from the stranger certainly wouldn't go amiss. Damira kicked off into a sprint, body swivelling as she turned on her paws, tail flicking up to counterbalance the motion. But even though she was fast, she didn't take into account just how...unnaturally it moved, she'd almost been certain it would try and cut her off in one direction, only for it to twitch into the other.

She'd spent so much of her life watching others, learning queues and just seeing what made them tick. But this? She couldn't get a read on this wolf, because he was no longer just that; it was something so entirely other she simply couldn't understand it. Damira doubted anyone could at this point.

Damira had no choice but to skid to a halt, her paws dragging into the grass as she struggled to slow herself. The wolf opened its maw, all wide and gaping, something squirmed at the back of it's throat.