I meant when I said I wanna get well

In the aftermath of the earthquake, the dame had been recovering slowly from her minor injuries. Many others had to have had it worse, really the only broken thing on her were her slightly cracked ribs, and even they were healing. She still moved with a slight limp, her left hind-leg had been sprained, and her hip was badly bruised. She felt like she'd been ran over by a herd of deer, yet she still had taken her leave from the pack to check out the nearby lands. She was their alpha, first and foremost- it didn't matter how much pain she was in. She moved slowly, occasionally wincing as she stepped incorrectly- stepping on her bad paw wrong. She was miserable, to say the least. The lands had been ravaged by the earthquake, her den had collapsed and been destroyed, and she felt homeless and alone, while she worked in search of another. Yes, she had needed to get away.

Curiosity got the best of her as she scented someone that she didn't know and she moved towards the smell, her pace slow and slightly wobbly. Who was it, she wondered. They were near her territory, the south western part at least, near the gorge that had nearly cost her, her life. Sure, she was curious. She moved until the figure was in sight, and her ears pricked forward, "H-hello?" She called her voice raspy, and weak. She wondered if he could even hear her. Clearing her throat, she'd try again. "Hello?"