Dragoncrest Cliffs Gleypa

Poison? In my wound?!

Wing appeared to become unearthed from the feeling of being buried alive under the weight of all that had taken place in just a few minutes of pandemonium. She looked alarmed, her mis-matched eyes going wide with helplessness as she looked between the blood-faced Chacal and the only uninjured wolf on the scene standing at her side.

W-Will I lose my leg? Am, am I going to die?

Svalinn snorted beside her, negative in connotation. He had not wanted to alarm her by mentioning the poison, but it seemed necessary at this point, and it pulled Wing somewhat out of her stupefied state. She tried to pull her hind legs up, stumbling as she tried to put herself upright.

last post on wing, i'll just pp her with linn.