Greatwater Lake Basic components of life

@Andraste 

When looking back at the events week ago, Sarah often wondered, whether fleeing rather than fighting could have been a better option right from the beginning. The actual interaction with the two wolves was in a blur in her memory. It was a chaos of growls and yelps, splashing of dirty water and trickling blood, bites and tearing flesh. Adrenalin had numbed the pain, but it had hit her with the full force later, when she had escaped the turmoil and found a safe spot to lie down and sleep.

It was not Sarah's first fight, therefore the fact that she awoke feeling as if someone had beaten every part of her body, was not totally unfamiliar. She had tended for the wounds as best she could and then moved on, waiting for them to heal. A week was usually enough, except in this case. The inflammation and itchiness was followed by numbness and awful smell.

One afternoon a lump that had formed on her left side burst open and greenish-yellow puss streamed down. Sarah was so disgusted that she did not even attempt to touch it herself. Patches of blackened skin around the puncture wounds appeared on her legs, chest and scruff, and by constant grazing with her teeth, they were gone revealing raw flesh underneath. By the time Sarah had admitted to herself that this was neither normal, nor promissed recovery, she had become feverish. 

The good side of this was that she no longer felt hunger, but her thirst was almost unquenchable. So she found a shelter nearby a large lake and this was, where any passerby would meet her. Lying in the shallows of the ice-cold water with a far-off look in her eyes.