Fairspell Meadow Needles

The unattended wound started to hurt badly. Akari knew she had to stop soon. Her nose and ears searched for any signs of a watercourse. And soon she found a lake. Its sluggish waters carried ice plates, clashing and breaking with a thundering sound. 
The brownish wolf approached and dipped her pads into the chilled water. She gritted her teeth with so much force she feared breaking a fang, but the pain that tormented her worn-out paws diminished. 
Akari decided to stay by the lake for a while, regaining strength.

I ended up stopping anyway. I was stupid enough to believe I could endure the pain.

She laid next to the lake, licking her pads. Her tongue burned whenever it passed through the wounds, but she had to avoid whining about it. Something was wrong; very wrong: it was just a feeling, a chill running down her spine, but she could swear...

She wasn't alone.