Stone Circle Time to say goodbye

dead.
dad was dead.
she trembled wildly, quivering on her limbs like a leaf caught in a wild gale. covered in wounds and fallen before her, her dad was diminished, something less than the proud protector he had been. her maw hung open, gaze dull and glazed. never before had she seen a dead wolf, never in a million years would she have expected this. the girl took a shaky step backwards, ears clenched against her skull and tail tucked against her flank tightly, as if to offer her comfort. a breath of air left her maw, shaped loosely as if trying to form a word, knowing that she couldn't stay here. 

she took another step backward, an anguished whine finally leaving her maw. with that, she turned on her heel and moved, walking first but soon dissolving into a run, faster and faster as if the pain of her burning limbs could distract from the pain that seemed to crush her chest, the shakiness of everything. away she fled, and did not look back, caring not for anything in that moment.