Greatwater Lake the undertaker's thirst for revenge is unquenchable

West stares up at the girl, unfolding the information. She doesn’t know what happened, can’t predict it had been a wolf that attacked her, especially if she isn’t looking too closely. Her wounds are substantial and localized from her trying to flee but they do not resemble much more than a cougar at best. A predator, at least, and for all she knows, the girl could have the same ill-intentions.
 
It takes her a moment to unravel her legs and stand, pushing her front end and trying to sit. The snow near her rump is stained red with her hip oozing blood. Her joints are stiff and tired and her shoulder throbs in tune with her pulse.
 
“I was attacked,” she finally growls with the hope it will clear up her confusion or at least explain her position. West remains sunken in her posture, trying to ease some of the weight off her leg so her torn muscles aren’t pulled more than they need to be. The extra stress on the other limb causes it to tremble and it takes everything she has to keep herself upright. She isn’t going to let the girl see any more weakness than she has already and it’s enough to make her stomach churn.