Raven's Watch we're terrified of what's around the corner

As she ran, she took stock of her injuries as best she could. It was painful to set her paws down for any great lengths of time, and so Tavi's pace was infrequent. She knew she needed to go, and go fast, but could not make her body comprehend and obey. Blood smeared her pelt in a myriad of places. It was entirely likely that she would be left with physical changes to remind her of her stupidity -- but hadn't she wanted this? To get in a fight and lose whatever was inside of her? But it was not worth losing her life; had she done this on purpose or had it simply come to pass by accident? Tavi's mind was a whirl of thoughts and fears - mostly fears - and the adrenaline hardly cleared things up.

She had tearing to her legs - all of them. Her forelimbs, from when the white beast tried to grab her upon initial contact, and her hindquarters from the collective rage of both attackers; the dark-headed beast had she had managed to score Tavi's lower back as she escaped. Chunks of fur were missing from the scruff of her neck as well, but those she did not notice yet. It was luck that fed her pursuers fur instead of flesh, she thought. Tavi ran until she could not run any more, and the blood from her wounds was soaking down to her toes -- she was a morbid sight indeed -- and when she stopped, it was in the shadow of a high ridge. A small, clear lake of alpine water stretched out before her, yet all she could do was collapse at the edge of it, panting hard and wishing the coast wolves had finished the job.