Swiftcurrent Creek pack activity · fight or flight

Going to go ahead and duck out / wrap this up, since you guys are AWESOME and all replied in less than 24 hours. Chelsie: No worries on the belated reply! I like to keep big events like this going quickly, so characters aren't stuck in limbo/uncertainty for too long. Also, lol at Fox being oblivious to everybody, yay!

Fox's body shook—no, rattled—as she stood over the dead creature. She was covered in blood. Some her own, but most of it belonged to the animal that lay at her feet. Its entrails lay all about her, scattered in her frenzy to make sure that the thing would not be rising to its feet any time soon. The little fireball felt she was vibrating with each breath that she drew in and out. Her ears rang, and she did not catch on to the fact that three of her comrades were seeking her attention. In fact, she paid them no heed at all. Still on some kind of kill-high, the tiny red wolf with clouded vision simply wandered away from the small crowd in a zombie-like state. She probably looked quite a bit like a zombie in that moment.

Somehow, she managed to make it back to her den and began lapping at her wounds. Fox continued to do this until she could no longer hold her eyes open. When that time finally came, she fell into a restless slumber. Partly, it was caused by the dull ache of pain across her shoulder and back, but also due to the fact that she would dream heavily of bears and cougars that night.