Moonstone Quarry good job, dagger

‘Are you dead?’ was what brought Daggerjaw out of her second bout of half-consciousness. She jerked awake with a snarl but the white menace had already pranced away and was talking now to the air. Daggerjaw was lying helpless beside a fucking madman, clearly. What to do, what to do? Well, she certainly didn’t want to get torn apart by an insane wolf if she could help it… Maybe she could distract him. “Hey, cousin,” she called weakly. “I think your… sister… wants you to go find me some herbs for this pain in my side. Ain’t that right, other cousin?” Here, her yellow eyes wandered over to… somewhere next to the white male, as if looking to another wolf nearby. Please go away, please go away.