Shadewood Arrowbella half walked, half stumbled across the woods

Arrowbella awoke to find it morning. She didn't know what day it was, but she hoped it was the next. She rolled over into a sitting position. It was then she noticed her wounds were dressed and cleaned. She didn't know who did it, or even who would take the time to care for her. After all, she was nobody. 

"It's better to leave. You'll never make any friends, or fate be have it, a family. Just go before you get yourself caught up in a battle you're going to loose." She whispered to herself out loud.

She began to stand, but thought better of it. Something, she didn't know what, but something urged her to stay there. 

"Great, now look what you got yourself into. Your waiting for someone to come and help you like a pathetic little wolf. When will you realize no body likes you. Those who get close to you die." She scolded herself. 

Still, she sat and waited for something, anything to happen.