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Walk.
She ignored his other words, the throbbing pain taking up too much of her attention. But she couldn't stay here, and thus she lurched forward, leaning heavily on the other and slowly, carefully, hobbling forward on three legs, head low and pulse pounding. She'd go wherever this male led her, beyond the point where she would question him or talk or do anything but focus all her attention on moving forward, panting and on occasion whimpering or hissing as a poor choice of movement would send pain lancing up her leg. As adrenaline and awareness faded, her movements became slower and more painful; however, her sheer stubbornness would take her to wherever the male would lead her. 

Perhaps fade here, start a new one? Thanks for the thread!