Kintla Flatlands Now and at the hour of our death, amen

"Thanks," the youth muttered when the adults expressed relief at having her back. She would have to ask what exactly they meant by that... later. Right now, she was too tired to speak anymore, too tired to do anything but plod in between the pack's leaders as they shuffled her back to the Healer's den. She was a dead man walking by the time they reached it and, upon falling to the den floor, would not rise for a solid two days.