A thousand silhouettes

Silver looked back into the water of the creek, silent. The pain that the touch inflicted was excruciating, but only temporary. The wounds would heal to scars, but her paw. She looked down at it, bent at it's sickening angle. Hopefully she looked up at the pale wolf. "Does your pack have a healer? I don't know what to do about my paw." her voice was a little stronger, but still small.

Carefully she sat, her strength slowly returning after short rest and drink. As she looked into the stream, her eyes sparked with an unusual emotion for the fae. Anger. Maybe even now they were tormenting another. She had to let others know, somehow.