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popping back in before passing out!

Shapes swarmed her, suddenly; she moved to rise, alarmed, and found she could hardly muster a muscle. The shapes morphed into wolves, though, and she relaxed (as much as one could relax in this situation). 

Bear, Lilitu managed. Her words slurred as she added, Nearby. Ou'in'da'meadow. . .

She didn't think anything could hurt more, but quick, sharp bursts of agony accompanied the pack's ministrations, gentle as they may be. She winced and moaned with every bit of the haphazard dressing pulled away, the pain reaching a sudden crescendo—

Her eyes rolled back, and she slumped further to the ground without another sound. The only thing to mark her desperate grasp to life was the rise and fall of her ribcage, slowing as she settled into unconsciousness.