The Sentinels Oh won't you come with me,

Umbra was growing obviously skinnier, and weaker as the day go by. She could feel her leg slowly mending better, but was far from officially healing. She could not put any pressure on it, and limped around the area, scavenging for food, and sad attempts at fishing. Over the coarse of a few days she learned a few techniques.. One being, throwing some plants into the water and watch the fish squirm toward. 

Though it was difficult, because she could not go far into the waters. The best she could do was remain by a stream, hoping her dark paws could reach far enough to paw them out. The seafang wouldn't stand around and watch herself slowly disappear-

but she couldn't do anything. Only Sunhawk could help her, and so did the medic that came around. 

Too many favors, so little she could do.