Sun Mote Copse the berth surrounding my body, crushing every bit of bone

Something comes from behind the ringing.  She whirls around (at the cost of her vision) and prickles defensively.  When the darkness clears, there is a wolf before her.

Defensively, instinctively, she takes a step back.  Her eyes widen as her body stiffens and there is a wary look to her eye as she surveys this pretty girl.  Keep back, she warns, trying to quell the stiffening of her hackles.