Lost Creek Hollow And the roof is caving

Her eyes had closed as she half drifted asleep, but she wanted to stay awake. So she was aware, but not wholly concious, up until she heard the footsteps nearing.
"Are you dead?"

Her eyes opened, making out the form peering at her. Pack wolf; the scent wafted to her.
"I feel like it." She mumbled, pushing weight into lifting her head and pushing up her front half. She needed to be stronger.
She looked to the other woman, wondering if she would strike her down for being weak, for being too close, or for messing up the landscape. Or perhaps all the reasons above.