Hideaway Strath where is my mind?

The golden wolf fled, and Leigh stood victorious. With her breath heavy and heart beating, she watched as the other wolf turned to run, Sasha's shadow growing smaller as the distance grew between them. A small smile lifted her lips, though it quickly faded and was replaced with a sharp frown as blood stained her dark fur and the pain began to set in. She had been too occupied to worry about her injuries during the fight, but now that their battle was over, the she-wolf realized that she'd need some help to heal such deep wounds.

For now Leigh would slowly drag herself back towards the pack, hoping she'd get to Kynareth before Sasha could. But with a punctured leg, she doubted she would be able to beat the whore back to their camp, especially since the other woman had already gotten a head start. Nonetheless, she pushed forwards. Even if it took her an hour to carry her broken body back, she would get her chance to see Kynareth. She would get her chance to spill the fucking tea.