Moonstone Quarry good job, dagger

Dagger was drifting somewhere on the clouds, lost in pain, wondering how long it would be before she died, when she heard a sound floating towards her. “Martha?” she wheezed, questioningly. “It’s Daggerjaw, ya dumb cousin.” Actually, Dagger had no idea if this was a wolf or a coywolf. She called them “cousin” because she assumed only a dumb wolf would call her by a name that wasn’t hers. But the act of talking had drained her of energy and she now lay completely slumped on the ground, her eyes closed. Had she more energy, she might have attempted to get away from the wolf, but she was in too much pain. Once again, her mind wandered in the clouds.