Stone Circle Happiness Is A Warm Gun

Her twitching was short-lived for her body was sharply silenced for the one who was sheltering her ordered her body to be still, and she obeyed. The young female's weak form couldn't be more still, the only movement was her breathing, her slow rising, and falling of her matted chest. Vespera's mind was fighting for control, and slowly her conscience was slowly knocking on her door, her soothing light was morphing into the fauna of the Earth, the scents of Easthollow were arousing in her nose. The slow healing process was in need of assistance, her eyelids were trying to flicker open once again to see what was going on around her, however, her dying body forced them back into their closed form. But soon, the small sound of paw steps came towards the two, and some scent aroused in her nose once again, it was the smell of a hare, at least some of her senses were still intact to recognize what was what. 

Her black nose twitched, her body wanted it, there was an aching pain that was swirling into her stomach, her body wanted it so bad, but there was a lingering sickness within her. Would her body take it as much as it wanted it? Would she throw it back up? It was a worry of her stomach, her mind was hoping it would, she doesn't want help, but she needs it. Her muzzle was trying to inch closer to where the prey was, but to no avail, her mouth slightly opened revealing somewhat healthy fangs that were ready to chomp. However, Vespera's jaws closed again, she was too tired, but she was showing signs of life.