something like a meteor [joining]

Velox tried hard to follow the conversation—as she realized it couldn't have been anything but about her—but her rattled brain was finding it increasingly difficult to maintain consciousness, let alone comprehend the words being traded between packmates. She worried, perhaps unnecessarily, that she would be killed due to her apparent uselessness, but instead of meeting tooth and claw in a swift death, she could feel the gentle caresses of a medic's touch, checking her for more unseen wounds.

Seconds, minutes, or hours passed (Velox could not be certain), but she felt pressure on either side of her body, urging her to stand—to move. A quiet whine came unbidden from her jaws, but she struggled alongside the two wolves who supported her, and the three began to make slow progress behind another wolf towards the nearest, unoccupied densite.

Her continuous stumbling and the need to get her to stand again made the trip long and arduous. She could put no weight whatsoever on her hind leg, and each time it touched the ground she felt dizzy with pain. Fortunately, the larger wolf attending her was on this side, and supported her slender weight for the most part, giving rest to the small slit within her leg bone.

When they finally arrived to safety and seclusion, Velox was deposited in a dry, restful corner, where she simply took the time to breathe and feel each ache ringing through her frame. She whined again, and again it was unwilling; a mere reflex to the maladies plaguing her. But she bit back any more pained noises, instead turning bleary, mis-matched eyes on the wolves who were aiding her. "Th.. Thank-you," she tried, her voice choked and raspy as if filled with smoke—though it was probably a miniscule amount of blood that chafed her throat in such a manner.