Deepwood Weald Fell for these Ocean Eyes

days came and went, fog rolled in and out. the whelp had wandered from the glade that had sated her hunger for a few days time, driven away by a trio of coyotes that had staked claim over a region of the territory. her paws had taken her far in the time since then, and the blue, red and violet stains concentrated mostly around her maw were fading. her stomach cramped relentlessly, and pest made no attempt at navigation as she picked her way through the weald. 

under her breath, she whispered constantly. an unending stream of words, marked by a hitch in her breath when she stumbled, or paused for breath. "--and d' momma brought the boy and girl a rabbit. it -- it was soft an' warm and they ate it just for them and the momma watched and smiled and she said --" she stumbled over a root, taking a moment to right herself, before abruptly collapsing into a sitting position, hind paw already at her nape as she scratches. whispering begins again as she twists to employ the other hind limb in scratching her side. " -- said she was gonna bring 'nother rabbit and she did and d' one was bigger --" the nonsensical whispering continues as she struggles to reach a spot along her spine, wincing as she manages to break through another scab.