Cerulean Cape dig a hole and bury all the memories we've made

@Samothes set a couple days after this thread
btw for reference: serious wounds - her left shoulder + left half of her chest is hella bit up, with more deep wounds on her chest, and several deep wounds on her neck and scruff
minor wounds - more shallow bite marks on her scruff and the other side of her chest and a shallow scratch on her right cheek

It had taken time and careful effort, but the shadow had finally arrived. Over and over in her head she replayed the flurry of snapping teeth, the white-hot feeling of flesh being torn that had led her here. She was here to die.
Samaantine belonged to no pack, and none would come to her aid soon enough for it to matter. The Messeda girl's defeat was almost palpable; she had not meant for things to end this way. The ruined, shredded flesh of her shoulder was a constant stinging reminder of her defeat, but she was more concerned with the wounds she felt less keenly. The she-wolf had bitten deeply into Tine's neck in several places, had torn into her chest and scruff during the heat of battle. She had lost much blood since then, but the hurt of the deeper wounds had faded to a pulsing ache that worried her.
The shadow was tired now from the distance she had traveled from the scene of the fight, crawling towards the shoreline to dip her nose in the water. She wondered how long it would take her to wither fully-- if someone would find her, perhaps too late to help. Tine dipped her muzzle lightly into the receding wave when she got close enough, following it instinctively as it pulled away from her touch. When the water came back in, it soaked her, bringing the sting of salt to her wounds. She winced, a gasp escaping her, but did not move even as the tide began to tug at her small form. Let the ocean take her, then, and she would be embraced in the shadows of its depths.