Take my breath and keep it

She would run and run and run. Crossing plains and forests and small bodies of water. She didn't stop until she collapsed with exhaustion on the coast of an island. Her sides heaved, desperately trying to get enough oxygen to her lungs. Her cheeks were wet with tears. Her muscles burned, her paws bled from the constant movement. Her pelt was matted and dirty, her overall appearance was rather pitiful. She laid unmoving on the beach for she didn't know how long. Slowly the burn left her muscles, though her paws burned. Breathing returned to normal, her tears finally dried. 

After the hysteria, anger settled in heavily, sitting like a rock in her stomach. She would finally rise, shaking out her pelt before begging to groom herself. She remained on the beach for hours before finally moving inland. She moved with a limp, her head held level with her spine, tail limp between her legs. Her paws ached and hated that she was once again moving. Already she had plans, she would rest, regain her strength, and then plunge into the unknown and swim until she died or found a new home. Her senses were practically dead, oblivious to Skah's faint scent that lingered. Paws dragged with each step, leaving behind a faint and bloody paw print.