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Fin didn't have much hope that her howl would really bring help to her, but it did however relieve some of the tension and panic that had risen in her throat like bile.  When she quieted, it was with a clearer head.  A head still stinging with the bite of a hundred or so porcupine needles, but one that could actually think through the situation.

The pain was intense, but this was not Finley's first time being mangled (though it may very well have been her worst).  She gritted her teeth and turned to sniff at herself, inspecting her body to see exactly what damage she was dealing with.  Porcupine quills were one thing, but it didn't account for the wreckage from which her entire lithe frame seemed to be suffering.

Her fur was a dirty, matted mess, but she scented blood only near the quills.  She tested each of her paws by putting pressure on them in turn.  They all shouted in protest, but nothing seemed to be broken.  Encouraged, Fin made another attempt at standing - more slowly this time, taking great care not to push herself too hard or far.  A stabbing pain erupted in her back leg when she did, forcing her to lean more on her other three.  They were bruised and aching, but it seemed that maybe her back leg was the only one that suffered any sort of fracture.  

Fin stood for a few seconds before she laid herself gingerly back down, knowing very well her strength wouldn't last much longer than that and she'd rather not collapse in a heap again.  It was then that she heard the sound of approaching paws, and Finley's heart throbbed with anticipation.  A dark woman appeared, her golden eyes glinting at her with curiosity.  The beta whined in relief, opening her mouth to say something to her when the stranger spoke instead.

The beta stared at her for a moment, not quite getting what the woman was saying.  When she did connect the dots, Finley groaned and rolled her eyes.  Mangled, bruised, and stuck like a pincushion, her own personality was not one easily dampened.  "Fuckin' great..." Fin muttered moodily to herself, though plenty loud for the other wolf to hear, "This is what I need, sarcasm..."  The Blackthorn growled in annoyance, which swiftly turned into a whine of pain as she attempted to pull herself up onto her haunches.

"If that's all you've got to offer, you can clear off," Fin said through gritted teeth.  She had barely lifted her front off the ground before she paused with trembling forelegs, breathing hard but controlled.  She could do this.  It would just take a while.  A long while.  And hopefully she didn't starve or die of thirst before she even got herself out of this damn mountain.