Kintla Flatlands When Signs have no Arrows

A light claw slowly traced it's way down her side, and then...PAIN.
Terrible, mind numbing pain raced through her side and she screamed, feeling sick. Yet there was no blood, no wound. How? Silver didn't hear the next words the fae spoke, and didn't care. The other soon presented another onslaught, the pain pale in comparison to the single claw, but still fierce. This time, blood flowed, staining her pelt crimson.

Her ankle was bent under her body the pressure of the dark one adding pain to it, with a morbid cry it snapped, hanging at an unnatural angle from her leg. Strangely enough, the dark one then leaped of her, charging at the other. She didn't care why.

Shakily, painfully she slowly stumbled toward the undergrowth, hoping the two females would somehow forget she was their. Unlikely, for they were fighting over who could play with her. Her paw was tucked up against her chest, she whimpered with the pain. She whined pitifully as she slowly inched away, trembling. As she glanced back toward the two, a scent hit her. Blackfeather woods. Those wolves that dwelt in shadows and killed without mercy. She needed to go. Now.

If any of you want to deal out injuries, these are the ones I'm good with:
Any slashing on side, flank, ect.
Slash on muzzle
Anything else minor you can think of
: )