Lost Creek Hollow you booked the night train for a reason

She was torn up. Large gashes made by large claws stretched across her shoulder. Teeth marks littered the same leg where they left deep punctures that had started to fester. The wounds on her shoulder looked no better. A fever had set in already, making her a little dizzy, chills periodically running through her body. She needed help. She needed somewhere to rest and get better before she made her way home. The fight with the cougar was yet another setback. If you could even call it a fight. She had gotten her ass beat and took off, not slowing until she couldn't physically run anymore. Luckily the cougar had lost interest at some point. 

She stopped just outside the borders and slumped into a sitting position. It was getting hard to hold her head up but she needed to be able to have a conversation. Who knew if this pack would help her? She would be a burden long before she could be of help in any way. Many packs would have young this time of year. They needed hunters and warriors to protect their borders. Not someone who be a drain on their resources. She just had to hope that they would help her anyway. 

So she tilted her head back and howled, calling for whoever was nearby.