Deepwood Weald The Pain that withers.

Maiken had fought until she couldn't anymore. She had watched as Fury had crumbled and died. Then she had watched as Adlartok had died. His body on the ground, bloodied and broken. A man stronger than she.

She had deep wounds across her chest, and back, a sharp pain in her muzzle where teeth had connected. She had fought until she had realized it would be her death and then she had run. Two against one, was not a fair fight, especially when both were bigger than she.

She would return and slowly move the herbs out, but for now. She found the deepest darkest corner she could and curled up as tightly as she could and she realized with a sharp pain in her chest. She had no one.

Not even @Jörmungandr was near, at least she didn't think so. She had put what herbs and dressings she had managed to gather into the wounds, and cobwebbed them tightly, but they still hurt and they still leaked. But at least they were free of infection.