Sea Lion Shores E, for empty

Chosovi picked up the pace. Even looked back once, to see those cold blue eyes upon her. Helllllll-to-the-no! Once more she tried to pick up the pace, but her legs, tired as they were, failed. She fell, and Chosovi panicked as she moved to rise and just leave. That wolf wasn't cool, this wasn't cool, and yet... she felt her own pace. It wasn't really that urgent, was it? God, she was tired. Who would miss her? Who would care? Would she even live past this famine? Where was her self-preservation!!!!!!! Shocked with herself, she forced herself up and away.