Moonspear What a tangled web we weave

Althaia lay crumpled, gently nursing her leg. He had cleaned off most of the blood, and to her relief it had stopped bleeding(well, mostly). A jagged laceration encircled her thin ankle, and it was swollen and blue under her fur. Something was broken, though she did not know how and lacked the knowledge on how to heal such an ailment. She shifted her weight slightly, and rested her head on her paws. Her body was aching and bruised following her tumble to the ground, but nothing beside her leg was too badly hurt. 

Approaching paw steps made the wolfess look up in fear, she saw not the alpha she had been expecting to speak to her, but instead the dark wolf that had first attacked her, carrying in his jaws what seemed to be a skull. Althaia shrank back, but when he placed down the skull and stepped away for a moment, she relaxed a fraction and glanced at the contents of the skull. Water. She stretched her head forward and drank greedily, the water easing her burning throat. She glanced up at the other, who simply sat and watched her, but continued to drink until the whole skull was dry.