vague vague vague
at least she isn't in a pit.
the woman is still, a small mountain of wolf not far from the shore. her chest rises slowly, falls again. slitted gaze is ever-wary, auds relaxed but prepared to swivel toward any sound or trace of another. the once-warlord is going nowhere fast, held here in limbo until she can make for shore again.
flies buzz, attempting to alight on weeping wounds. one lands on one of the gashes across her muzzle, remaining a moment before she snaps her jaws and it alights into the air once again. deep sigh leaves her; should she remove herself from the situation, she'd be able to see the neat way in which retribution had been dealt.
besides the three-legged boy, she has remained, until now, unaccosted. and so when the woman presses into her solitude, her hackles flare, lips curling even while she does not shift. thirst has been wetted by the stream she'd managed to position herself besides, but hunger is a blade against her stomach and her entire body throbs with pain. at the very least, her blinding headache has faded to a dull ache.
"leave." she rumbles, molten gaze finding the woman's own in a display of simple aggression she's entirely unable to back.
to her surprise, she does. eyes follow her retreat for a moment, wondering if she'd made the wrong decision on her demand. but there is no use in contemplating it further, for in a moment the woman is gone, evidently entirely unconcerned with the random, bleeding wolf in her territory. it suits the once-warlord just fine, and when her immediate surrounds still once more, she settles back down, falling motionless save the rise and fall of her sides.