Qeya River i'm fixing a hole

Wave after wave crashed over her head, and her three remaining good limbs were growing heavy. Each gasp for air grew shorter, more shallow. Above it all, a sense of regret. 

I shouldn't have left. I'm being punished... by someone, or something... for leaving. 

She was vaguely aware of voices, but thought them only to be the murmurs of her conscience, frightened and guilty altogether. It was over, for her. She'd left, and no one would come find her. The vultures would pick at her flesh. And it was her fault. 

Just as teeth sank into her pelt, the yawning darkness that began as a blip in her blurry vision and grew, grew, swallowed her up. Exhausted and oxygen-deprived, Lily fell into unconsciousness, just barely clinging to life.