Silver Moraine drive it like you stole it

The pain was so intense, it blinded her too. Haunt swooned, her chin dropping to the ground with an audible thunk. She narrowly missed biting her tongue. A groan eked out of her throat as she clung to consciousness even as she rode out the wave of excruciating pain. She very nearly lost the fight when it ebbed just as quickly as it had crashed over her, leaving Haunt's vision to slowly brighten as she lay there, shaken.

She didn't bother attempting to raise her head until she heard footsteps. Artemis? she thought, every movement calculatedly ginger to avoid triggering more pain. But the goddess had vanished. Standing in her place was a smaller, darker she-wolf with fur the color of tree bark. This comparison felt particularly apt when taking into consideration the scars roughening her edges. Haunt's eyes tracked over them slowly before raising to a pair of narrowed golden eyes set just below an ear cut to ribbons.

Reluctant to move lest it invite a second flash migraine, Haunt wondered if she dare speak to this imposing stranger. Her mouth opened and she got as far as, "I—" before the inevitable happened. This time, the pain was so stabbing, her neck stiffened in the heartbeat before she vomited, her vision going dim and spotty all over again.