King Elk Forest blood in the sunlight

@Arturo!

Shreya had just been through a little something. Actually, in comparison to her usual peaceful life at Silver Creek it had not been a little something at all. She had come out of it very much the worse for wear.

The old wolf limped through the morning sunlight, trying to get out of this dratted forest and back to the safety of the Creek where she could tend to her hurt hind paw. But her limping was slowing her way down, and then — ouch — she got her wounded paw trapped in a root jutting from the ground. She looked round at it. Oh dear. To get her paw loose she was going to have to pull it. And that would hurt.