Bearclaw Valley Send the pain below

Backdated July 2nd, directly after this.

Broken. Bruised. Battered. The little wolf was snowy white with red all over. It had taken her a day to get back home despite how close the Easthollow wolves were. Though she only had two or three wounds, one was a major gash in the side of her scruff, having left her a bleeding mess. Extremely tired from her run back home, the bloodless and having passed out more then a pawful of times, she had finally made it.

Now where was that ugly little muddy creature of a wolf, @Evien? She knew once she saw the crest of encircled rock of their home, she was close. The medical den was at the frontal of their territory, perfect for occasions like this. It couldnt be far. She heard the trinkling of water off the rocks, but she couldnt climb and her vision came in and out. The little white witch fell to the earth and cried out for the little heathens she called Pack.