Qeya River the wind finally sleeps

Ah. So the scent of wolves were not a product of her exhaustion. And it was thick, terrifyingly thick. Like the absolute genius that she always was, Other Shore had managed to collapse in the middle of a pack's territory. She was foolish to believe she could just leave as she wished, given that her legs screamed with every movement. Moments ago they had been stupidly numb. How funny.

This woman, who now rushed towards her, was so peculiar, Other Shore had to spend a few solid moments convincing herself that she was an earthly being. Her form was made only tangible by those white dapples that resembled snow fallen on the night itself more than it did the fur of a wolf. 

Other Shore blinked. The tall, muscular frame now bolting towards her at frightening speeds snapped panic into her chest, but even that, too, was a feeling difficult to keep. Why had she run to begin with? She failed to remember. Was it a bear that was chasing her? Another wolf...? 

No matter. This woman was about to either become her savior or her murderer. She would get rest either way.

The woman halted just half a wolf-length from her, eyes carrying an odd look - concern? Urgency, even? A firm yet gentle visage, carried only by mothers. Are you alright? she asked.

A strange question - are you alright? ...Am alright, Other Shore managed to muster after a moment. Need... rest...