Blackwater Islands The blood is rushing, but you're paralyzed

bridget's swearing was what finally relaxed mireille. she sat down at last, dropping to the sand, though she kept space between herself and the stranger. "so dey are not here to change us?" maybe that was what she truly feared, the words odd and disjointed in her mouth.
"are you leaving too?" she asked, staring at the other's leg. she couldn't help herself, she'd never seen such an injury before. it still frightened her, but not as much. perhaps more knowing that other wolves could do that to a body that wasn't their own.