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

The time did pass slowly for her. Agonizingly so. Thoughts filled her head, interrupted by other thoughts, and soon she began to wonder if he would return at all. Maybe he was still a Dragon after all - and what better way to ensure the survival of the mountain wolves than to let a rival Alpha die? Tavi knew she wasn't going to die, somehow. Maybe because she could still feel the pain of her torn skin, or maybe because Arkham had tended to her - even for that limited time, it had been a boon having someone there to aid her.

Tavi did struggle without her companion. She drank her fill when bid, but then was left to her own devices - and soon enough, attempted to escape, though it was unwise of her. She staggered alongside the lake and tried to orient herself based on its position, but as soon as she was up, she was swaying - then down again. By the third or fourth attempt she gave up, regretfully slinking back to the spot along the lake's edge where Arkham had left her. She drifted in to an uneasy half-sleep, then.

When he returned, she was roused from this state by the sound of his steps; then, sleepily seeking him in the dark, she spied the shine of the fish. Rather than take it from him - not that she could - Tavi waited for him to drift closer; and yet even then, she was too tired and dulled by her condition to have any semblance of an appetite.