Redsand Canyon My touch is black and poisonous

Lunae braced herself for the pain, and maybe death. When it happened, it was as if it were in slow motion. She should've ran. She should've at least tried to escape. But it was too late now, the blow on her front, right leg burst into pain. Her bone had probably broke, and she clearly had a huge wound, too. Like a rag doll, she got flung across the area, limply laying and awaiting death. The blood on her leg mixed with her black fur, making a horrible pattern. She whimpered for a moment, her voice weak, before going unconscious.