A thousand silhouettes

She kept fighting away from the darkness, but gained no leeway. Until she shock of cold water met her muzzle, and she was propelled back towards awareness. Her tongue slowly leaned out and lapped the water, then lapped fast and fast until her whole muzzle was in the clear liquid and her eyes were clear again. "Thank you" she whispered to the wolf, who could have as easily killed her for trespassing.

She eased herself onto her stomach, letting her broken paw drag in the water, numbing the throbbing pain. In a soft voice, she told her tale. "I was exploring, on no ones territory, when I heard voices. They were two, and one stank of the dark woods. The attacked me, but at first didn't spill blood. With a single claw, they could cause unimaginable pain with no bloodshed. They though it was fun, a game, keeping me alive as long as possible. I got away, and came here. Sorry I trespassed on your lands" She tore her gaze from the cool waters, and looked at the pretty fae. "I'll make it up to you, somehow."

She gazed sadly at the paw, and tried to recount which herbs she would have used. Her mind was whirling, and no answer came immediately. Luckily, her other wounds bled back were not to serious.