This time don't need another perfect line

It had been forever since the white wolf had chewed her paw off, but she had been asleep ever since. Ballad had woken up a few times, but was always groggy, and fell back asleep. It was assumed that she was in Ebony, since she smelt like it, and the fact she was in their borders. Blinking her brown eyes open, she struggled to her paws. Not used to only having three paws, she stumbled, and almost fell. All she knew for the moment was that she needed to see the leader of the pack, Katja. But where could she be? In her old pack, the alpha had went everywhere, checking on all wolves. But Ebony wasn't her old pack, and she hardly knew anything about it at all. Maybe the alpha wouldn't wander around like she thought. Maybe Ballad had to look for the female herself.

Limping forwards, for that was the only thing she could do, the female sighed and finally stopped. This wouldn't help anything. Wandering around and hoping to talk to the alpha would do nothing. Ever since the sickness that had made her bleed from her eyes, Ebony had helped her. They hadn't been worried about her attacking, or biting another wolf, or hurting another wolf at all. They had only worried about getting her a cure, and making sure she made it through that. That was probably the main reason she trusted the pack so much. After a few minutes of just standing there, Ballad raised her head and opened her jaws in a howl. It echoed through the land, continuing until she closed her jaws with a snap and sat down heavily, ready to talk if she had to.

Now all she had to do was wait for one of the wolves that had helped her to come.

"Speech"