Lost Creek Hollow He doesn't know when to give up

Waiting, it was hard. Shikoba's breaths were ragged and shallow as more helpless whines escaped her froawing lips. Why her? What did she ever do to deserve such treatment? She had made the deadlines for offerings, perhaps she had angered them in a way that was unknown. Was the hellfire burning her fur for a reason? Was the metting between her and the silver cat meant to be? 

Shikoba couldn't do anything. she couldn't move, she could hardly breath and see. She was pathetic. Her golden eyes slowly looked around, the tree above her almost curled over her body in an attempt to shelter her. Her eyes shut themselves as a strange warmth filled her. She slept.

It felt like hours until Harlyn had returned. Shikoba was still asleep, but her ears flicked slightly at the sound of a whine. Slowly, her eyes repeeled themselves open, for the blood had caused them to seal shut. The alpha had moved to start and clean the wounds again, blood was beginning to stir and spill. It hurt, Shikoba would often move a little in signs of pain. However, it went quicker than before. Shikoba felt a bit better after having her wounds cleaned, but could feel something thick get smeared in her wounds. She wanted to snap her jaws near the direction of Harlyn. The native had to bite her tongue and stay still, conserving her whines and pleas for the end of pain.