Sleepy Fox Hollow Took this dagger in me and removed it

OOC: Last for me!

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It took almost no time for her lucidity to fade. By the time Phaedra whispered a plea to Wylla, she was gone again, stuck in a black forest with no familiar faces. Phaedra did not morph back into Lycaon, but seemed instead an unnamed and unknown wolf tending to Wylla while she drifted in a feverish haze.

So tired, she mumbled, slipping an ankle almost delicately over her tapered muzzle as if to ward off the light and closing her yellow eye. Her heart beat hard and fast in her chest, but that didn't stop her from tumbling abruptly into sleep. No doubt the leaves she consumed aided with that. She wished it was a dreamless sleep, but almost immediately she found herself searching for her children, all of whom hated her...