Wheeling Gull Isle suffering

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She didn’t dream while she was passed out for the few minutes that he was gone. When he returned and dropped the rabbit near her head, she took a breath in her blacked-out sleep and smelled blood. Immediately, her pale golden eyes shot open, her nose twitching furiously at the scent of rabbit. Food. She moved herself just enough to position her head over the rabbit and then tore into it as if she were angry at it. She didn’t just eat the rabbit. She destroyed it. She eviscerated it. By the time she was done, she had swallowed all but the largest bones, fur and all. There was naught but some blood and bones on the ground near her face, which was now red with viscera.

The small meal, meager as it was, gave her enough strength to focus her mind a bit better. Her eyes snapped up towards the male who was her savior. So different in every way from the ghost who had nearly destroyed her. He had succeeded in destroying her shoulder, tearing through a muscle or a tendon that would never heal properly. She would limp for life, but she would live. And if she ever saw that son of a bitch again, she would fucking kill him. There was an intensity in her gaze as she kept her eyes on the dark male before her. “Thank you,” she said, though the words did not match her expression.

She forced herself to calm down, to not relive the adrenaline of the fight. She needed to stay calm and focus on healing. “I… My shoulder is wrecked. I may have other wounds I don’t know about.” It hurt to admit to this stranger that she was injured, but it’s not as though he didn’t already know that, and he’d taken the time to hunt for her (and drag her from the water’s grasping fingers, though she did not remember that part). “Do you… know anything about wounds?” It was a long shot that the first friendly face she might meet was a healer, but she had to ask. If he’d stuck around long enough to feed her, maybe he could help with her shoulder.