Haunted Wood whistlin' past the graveyard

He paused, but did not look back. The tired memories had surfaced through her foggy mind, and she understood who the boy was, but not his name. She didn't think she'd ever known it. The brief flare of the need to survive faded again, as she remembered being chased away, leaving him behind. She'd attacked him, stood beside Vaati as they'd dragged him back to the wood. She'd failed him too, and it was then that she realized that she was a coward. She could not face Moonspear, the last piece of her shattered family. She'd slunk back to the place that had stolen her away from her pack, held her captive, because she felt wanted, needed. 

Revulsion crawled up her spine, and she was silent, unable to conjure up the words she'd been trying to muster. "I am a coward." She said softly, words clearer than they'd been. Perhaps it was easier to turn away from the heaviness of life, as she'd done before. But the thought revulsed her even more, and she swallowed, dryly, adding after a moment, "but I don't want -" She didn't want to fade here, alone, frozen in the snow. She did not want to return to the wood, ashamed of herself and what Vaati would think of her, afraid of the twisted place. "don't want to go back. don't want to die." The last few words were pitifully quiet, charged with revulsion and something akin to fear.