Silver Moraine Where Do I Go From Here?

Grace sprawled on the sheet of rock for what felt like a lifetime, the coldness of the stone pulling the warmth from her-adding on to the slight blood loss- and causing her to shiver. She didn't get up yet because of the dizzy feeling in her head-no need to add a brain injury or even worse wounds to the list. So she layed there, gaining her strength, waiting for nothing in particular to happen. 

Unfortunatley, something did happen-the scent of a male wolf drifted down to her, and the yearling felt the fur on her spine flare in anxiety. Now, it was time to go. Grace struggled to get to her paws, and in fact she failed; falling back onto her right side, exposing her bad leg to the ebony male suddenly in her golden view. He'd come up from the bad side-the one where her half blinded eye was closed, healing the best it could-and she yelped in surprise. By this time, though, he was speaking, and the kindness in his voice settled her enough that she gave him a good look-over with her one good eye. He was standing above a piece of odd smelling prey, and even his friendly body language wasn't enough to keep the edge off-one wrong move on her end and he could think she was going for his meal. Trembling, Grace nodded-he'd heard her fall. 
                "Y-Yes, i-it was m-me. I-I f-fell."