Whitebark Stream Finally Free

((Sure!!))

The feeling in Skyshires limbs had come and gone. It was nice to finally relax in some cool clean water. At least she had assumed it was cool and clean when she approached it with delirious vision. She was content to just lay there, letting the water wash over her torn and bloody paws, and wash out the gathering infection in her leg. 

She was completely oblivious of the world. 

"Are you alive? Or are you at least edible, girl?"

Yanked out of her reverie, adrenaline ran through her system so hard she leapt out of the stream and away from the voice before she knew what she was doing. The water had half froze her limbs though and her legs wouldn't move as fast as she thought they should go. The result was a comical jumping splash that landed her in deeper water that she struggled to fight through in order to get to shore and away from the strange voice. Finally her brain kicked in and made her freeze in place, legs splayed out, hair on her back raised, panting, heterochromia eyes wide in fear, and brown ruddy water rushing over her ankles. 

One blue eye and one brown eye stared wide eyed at the newcomer, watching him to see his reaction. Would he chase her and try to kill her like those brutes from before? Or was he different? She had never met a male that was different. She had literally only known the wolves of her birth pack until now and nothing had prepared her to meet a stranger. 

What had he said? Whether she was edible? That didn't sound good. 
"No, not edible. Not in the least. Who are you?" Was he sent after her to take her back to that terrible place? She was standoffish, she couldn't run away or hide at the moment, she felt cornered with her dead numb limbs and the wound on her leg was starting to throb again. The dirty water from the latest disaster (that she had no inkling of) would probably make it worse.