Firefly Glen [PHE] the type that makes me feel old

probably my last post <3

She writhed as she sank against the ground, unable to soothe her pain with the use of her paws as every touch sent a searing jolt through her skull. She continued to growl, open-mouthed, saliva pooling at her feet stained red with blood that fell freely from her torn flesh. In a state of shock, there was little she could do but cower at the sound of voices, shaking as some came near enough to her to make her ears ring. 

One touched her and she recoiled, snapping her bloodstained teeth together in a clear warning. She recognized his accent only a moment later, and tolerated treatment from the Swiftcurrent medic. It did not occur to her, yet, that he spoke with the same accent as Sobeille, and that they shared blood. She had completely ignored the pair of sea wolves when they had joined the pack, especially when the fat woman gave birth to four ugly, annoying babies. Once he'd fussed over her a bit, she had one word for him. Mae.

She couldn't see Mae, but she could smell her blood. 

Why have you done this?

She did not know that it was to another wolf that the question was posed when it came up. She did not respond, but sank into the same weighty silence as did the Moonwoman. It was only when time came for their departure, and she found herself guided by the side of one of her packmates that she uttered one last tired, hoarse growl and with it, a single word. 

Murderer.

Mae lived- for now, at least. But to Cygnet it felt as if life was over for her.