A thousand silhouettes

[size=xx-small]Whoops! My bad! XD[/size]






She wagged her tail, seeing the shallow breathing of the wolf. "Oh! Your alive! She picked up her nose and said, "I need to do something about that wound." She picked up the wolf by her scruff and dragged her towards the river. A burning sensation fumed into her, the feeling of anger. How dare they? How dare the Blackfeather Wood's Alpha allow its wolves to attack her like this. Now she carried the poor fractured wolf in her jaws, desperate to keep her living. When she reached the river, she walked down the edge, claws dug into the weak snow. She found a shallow spot and rested the she-wolf in the cold water, head set on the mud. Lupa winced at the sight of her ankle. It was twisted in the most awkward position she had ever seen. It wasn't supposed to bend that way. " Don't worry. Just hang in there your gonna be ok." But her mind denied her words. She was no healer. She had no idea what to do.