Whitefish River Gray areas and expectations

She was moving, but not under her own power, and she wasn't quite conscious enough to understand why or how. Whenever her eyes peeled open, it was to flashes of rain, bits of scenery--lush grass, trees, a river--only for them to roll back into her head as she lost herself again.

Everything hurt. Half her tail is hanging at an odd angle, her chest is still bleeding, her left front paw has deep bite marks already beginning to ooze beneath the mud and water coating her. She can't stop shivering, even while unconscious; and still she is moving. How? She wonders, and doesn't know if she says it out loud. Her ears are ringing still, and she is barely aware of her surroundings.

Only aware enough to ever say one thing, mumbled whenever her eyes open and she realizes she's not quite dead yet. Sorry, Shige...