Bearclaw Valley Send the pain below

The deformed wolf came round quickly, likely within his hollow as she had called out for he and the rest of the little hellions. He surveyed her neck wound, a deep gash which throbbed with her pulse, burning and stinging something fierce. She would be oht of commission for quite a bit of time, she would assume and she was not any spring chicken either, unfortunately. Had it not been for the sweet blood of @Valium, would she have made the trek back home at all? 

Before she could choke out a response, the dark lord came, moving to Rosina's open side as she struggled to uplift herself with the helpful strength of both men. Damnable Hollow wolves have quite the punch. She hissed, tongue curling in a spat. I underestimated their border patrol. She honestly admitted. It was, after all, her doing, having snuck into their territory with ill intent. But who could blame the little demon? It was her nature.