Swiftcurrent Creek rasputin

the strike of her body against the ground somehow jolted muskrat to wakefulness.

pain poured through her entire body. she moaned, drinking in air and refusing yet to open her eyes as agony clubbed through her senses.

slowly it came back to her; the pack, the food, the girl, the man.

the man.

dimly muskrat registered the warrior, keeping motionless as her senses returned. she was no longer where she had been, the ground tasting less of the creek wolves here.

she made no sound and kept her gaze shut.