Totoka River fell asleep with death and fell short of breath

@Rokig

She was exhausted when she found the river— but, more importantly, she was dirty. Lainie was a mess of dirt and mats and dried, caked blood from numerous little wounds she had acquired here and there; she wasn't the most graceful girl around, but, whatever. The meal with the grey male had revived her a bit— enough to hunt a bit for herself, mostly small things like mice. With her head a bit clearer, the state she was in was beginning to drive her crazy.
She plopped herself into the river unceremoniously, cleaning herself almost frantically in the running water. As soon as the cool water pierced her dense coat and touched her skin, she sighed and relaxed slightly. That felt better. It was some time before she actually pulled herself out, noting with some distaste the way her sodden state brought out her unnatural thinness; her ribs were far more prominent than they should have been, waist too narrow. If she lost her good looks, too, she thought a little hysterically, she might just die then and there.