Blackfoot Forest No time today, no time today Be careful not to lose your head

@Lonzo Moralez  backdated to yesterday. Sunday the 11th.

Without food or water for days and the many times he'd sunk his teeth into her flesh and bashed her head against the floor of the cramped den she was exhausted both physically and mentally. She was aware he'd been gone for a while but she was too weak to stand up. Instead she defied him by crawling inch by inch to what remained of the water puddle and drank till she felt ill. Now that her tongue didn't feel like a dry piece of stone in her mouth she lay back down, still as stone. Various wounds covered her fur and her eyes held a dull look about them as she stared outside and waited for her captor to return.