Northstar Vale Countdown to Doomsday

Waking to the stillness of the caverns would have been a confusing thing to any other wolf. The smooth water-worn stone held the broken girl carefully. She did not feel her wounds. Part of this was due to her severed spine, but most of Dawa's mental swimming had been abated by the chewing of herbs. She stirred weakly within the dark, her claws kicking against the rock. The scrambling scratching sounds made her wake up, and with fluttering lids Dawa reacted as if she had sight all along. When darkness greeted her she huffed softly and sank with her head to her extended limbs; above her, the earth moaned.