She stumbled and fell, inflicting more damage upon herself with every step. But she needed to return home. Blood caked her chest and forelegs, the gash stretching from shoulder to shoulder having slowed its bleeding by now, but it was far to deep to be left untreated. Her ribs were on fire with each step, or rather, limp. Her left foreleg clung to her chest, not coming anywhere close to the ground. Her coat was matted with leaves, dirt and blood. Bruises and minor cuts covered her entire bodice and her head throbbed like a bitch. Nostrils inhaled the scent of her home, though it barely registered. She half walked, half fell just over the border, exhaustion finally claiming her and forcing her to the ground. She could go no farther, nor did she have the strength to call anyone.
Kylar was gone. He had said his goodbyes and was gone before she woke up. He had had the decency to treat her wounds as best he could, but nothing survived her trip home. Pain riddled her body, making muscles quiver. All she wanted to do was sleep, to allow the darkness to swallow her up so the pain was no longer there. With shallow, labored breathes, eyes fell closed, all she could do was wait for someone to find her. Hopefully she would still be alive by then.