Wild Berry Meadow the world, the war, will wait, but morpheus knows no mercy

Back dated to after the previous thread. @Doe, @Szymon. @Skellige too but she's currently afraid of him, ha.

She doesn't know how long she runs. She doesn't even notice the burning in her lungs or the aches running through her legs. All she knows is she has to get away from them, all of them—even the pretty little wolf that helped her—as images of the two dark wolves and their teeth wrapping around her. They'd shown up to eat her, the dark wolf she remembers and the new one she doesn't, and now they were after her. 

Qilaq hits the ground in a heap, breathing heavily as she buries herself in the brush. Everything around her remains a blur as her mind spirals out of her head, forgetting the hunger, forgetting the pain. She only needs to get away from them, at least for a while, so she can find the ones to protect her. The smells of the meadow comes to her nose and she closes her eyes, curling into herself under a bush with long, wide leaves that offer her shade. She can still hear her pulse pumping loudly with each quickened heartbeat, still trembling and tired.