The Sentinels Gotta Fight Another Fight, Gotta Run Another Night

Giana lasted three days after the encounter with the mean shore pack, mostly in the deep woods or the quarry behind it. Her wounds hurt, bad, and she wasn't able to clear the infection even with baths both salt and fresh or cleaning so bad she bled. With her foreleg shattered, mostly just curled limply against her chest, her hunting abilities were limited to things like mice or anything in a burrow she could trap. She'd been doing okay, until she started getting really sick. The fever finally set in, her head hurt like a bitch, and all the various wounds on her body cause by Kendra and Cicero were swollen, hot, and leaking yellow pus. If she didn't get real help soon, she would go septic: her only option was to try and join the pack she was closest too. 

She stumbled her way there in the late afternoon, barely able to walk and swaying slightly when she stopped a couple feet from the borders. She managed a weak, but echoing howl for @Aria, but lays down rather roughly right after. She sits like a spinx, panting harshly with her eyes closed tight and brow creased.