Otter Creek Don't know why you rescued me

Bleeding and deformed, Dauntless put as much distance between herself, the lake and that dastardly cannibal as she could manage. She ran until exhaustion and blood loss caused her to slow, then stop. She dropped to her haunches beside a frozen creek, breathing hard. "You have to keep going," she muttered to herself but instead of rising back onto all fours, she slumped forward and promptly passed out.

When she woke, she was incredibly groggy. How much time had passed? Dauntless slowly pushed herself into a seated position, then hissed sharply when she felt a twinge of pain reminding her of her injuries. She was just about to survey the damage—she glimpsed a pool of blood around her hindquarters—when she heard the snap of a twig. Immediately alert, Dauntless's neck straightened and stiffened. Had he tracked her down to finish the job...?

Her electric yellow eyes settled on a petite white she-wolf with red ears. Dauntless felt suddenly weak with relief. Yet she did not move or take her eyes off the stranger. Her ears flicked, noting absently that the creek had thawed and was burbling merrily beside her. It was probably still ice cold and she decided she would dip her tail (what was left of it) in there as soon as she was sure the other she-wolf wasn't about to try to eat her too.