Blood Print

Silverfeather half lay in a small pool of water, feverish and dizzy. The cold water did almost nothing for her. She had cleaned the paw as best as she could, but in vain. Her soaking pelt rose and fell quickly, full of dirt and leaves.
Silverfeather's head spun, her crushed paw felt like it was on fire. She whined softly, feeling cool and hot at the same time. It had been only a day and a half since the fight, but fever had already set in. The wound was infected. She lay panting, feeling as if she had run hard for miles. She let out a pitiful howl, hoping for another wolf to hear.

Eclipsis was near the border when she heard the pitiful howl. She rushed toward the sound, her legs carrying her over the border. She stopped when she spotted the limp female, obvoisly feverish and in pain. She could not believe her pack had not noticed she was missing, and was immediatly at her side. "What happened?" She almost yelled.