Firestone Hot Springs flying like a cannonball falling to the earth

Preferably someone that would be nice to the little fox but she is in pretty bad shape.  Wounds are vague since the thread isn't over.  Roll a 5 in a 1d5 to kill her.

Sollie barely had time to evaluate her wounds when she narrowly escaped the wrath of two wolves.  She’d been in the shadows of night and without wind but they’d come across her anyway.  Being in wolf territory hadn’t been in her favor despite her precaution and she paid for it in wounds she is barely able to count.  She can’t put weight on her back right leg and her shoulders sting, among other places, but she doesn’t look back until she’s put several days between her and the other territory.  

The fox collapses near a body of water that irradiates warmth she can’t explain.  Snow has melted well before the bank and the smell of sulfur attacks her nose.  She wrinkles up her muzzle and tries to shake it off but despite the smell, she’s pulled to the warmth.  The ground beneath her heats three of her paws, moving up her legs and the rest of her body that’s connected to the soil.  She whines, quietly, and starts to slink closer to the water to ease her muscles.