Moonspear Take me home

The days since her conversation with the brown-pelted female had passed by in a blur.  Fin had given up on her trek not long after the woman had gone, her strength unable to last.  She had crawled then to an alcove on the mountain's face.  She had slept then, and again the following day.  When she awoke, she felt stronger, though not by much.  She'd managed to get further that day, and had even found a stream to slake her thirst.

That was the day Finley had seen her face, mangled by the spines protruding in a ridge along her cheek and down her neck to her shoulder.  She had cried over her terrible visage, knowing well that her skin was not likely to ever heal and would always be scarred and disfigured there.
The day after, she had bitterly torn from her skin the barbs she could reach on her shoulder.  The pain was terrible, but after slipping and stumbling down a few feet, she had been so enraged by her situation that she'd barely even noticed.

The rest of her journey had been uneventful and really could not have been considered much of one for she had only managed to travel a few miles from where she had started.  Her body was bruised, her ankle fracture, and her face and neck torn and scarred.  She couldn't remember when she'd last had anything to eat and was convinced that she looked just as skeletal and gaunt as she felt, though she hadn't nearly been starving long enough to look quite as destitute as she imagined.  Fin had thus far refused to look at herself again, choosing instead to drink with her eyes shut, not wanting another reminder of just how far she had sunk, lest she again be overcome with the weight of guilt at the realization that it was far, far less than she even deserved.

But that's a story for another time.

Fin was drifting in and out of consciousness when somewhere, she heard her name being called.  She had tried to make it further, but the strength she had recovered from rest was now waning greatly from her lack of sustenance.  She opened her eyes to stare at the world around her, ears twitching faintly at the sound.  A whine escaped her throat as she heard it again and she was pulled fully from the grip of her exhaustion.  Adrenaline pumped through her veins and she lifted her head to call back to them.  The howl was weak, and it faded quickly as Fin slumped again and shut her eyes, not for the first time wondering if it would just be better to die rather than keep fighting to get home.  Fortunately, there were two wolves searching for her with plenty of strength to do the fighting for her since otherwise, Finley was already feeling herself giving up again.