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Are you alright…? a voice asked. Do you need help?

She lifted her head with a groan and turned her head towards the other wolf. Her vision was blurry, and pain radiated from her ankle, but aside from that she was fine.

My ankle hurts, she answered feebly, blinking a few times to clear her vision. I’m pretty sure I twisted it. She was at the stranger’s mercy: she made no move to try and stand, knowing it’d be in vain.