The Bracken Woods Can't erase what I wrote in ink

Once she had collapsed not once but twice the other two were at her side to help, shame rose within her. It was her fault this man was here anyway, suffering through the light of day. And for what? A low wanderer? A lousy excuse for a wolf? But as condescending as she was towards herself she knew the two wouldn't leave her alone, which left her both grateful and burdened. Managing to stand this time, sandwiched between her companions, Holly withheld the urge to wince. If she was going to make them practically carry her, the golden one would be strong through it.

The three, probably comical looking wolves set off to a place where Hemlocke seemed fond of. Holly glanced over to see the shadow had almost closed his eyes, squinting, and while she would've done the same, it seemed like a waste of energy. Only when she felt necessary, would she open her eyes, that of which was seldom. Instead, she listened to the two's footsteps, not in sync, she could tell where they were heading. Smell didn't help much considering she was crammed in between the two and she highly doubted they would drop her.

Holly did though use her paw pads to feel the ground, trying to determine how rocky the ground was in front of her, making sure she didn't stumble over some lousy pebbles. And she wasn't going to taste ground for salt or anything so this is how she moved. Between two others, using touch and sound to maneuver her way where she needed to, and rarely slightly slumping against one of the others for support when her legs were about to give out.

The trio made it though, Holly didn't know how far it was or how long it had taken them to get there, they were there none-the-less. Hemlocke motioned her into the burrow first and as much as she hated to leave him behind, she couldn't help but agree. She would guess that he wouldn't have come this far only to go first into the cave, especially when she had needed support to get there. With her eyes still closed, Holly found her way into the dugout, the smells came to her but she didn't care what they were, she wanted sleep above all things.

Somehow she managed to only stumble a bit on the way in, not falling like it was probably assumed she would. When inside she simply laid and tried to doze off, if anybody had said anything on her way down, she hadn't heard them. And whether they liked it or not, she would sleep, whether it was a good peaceful one or a sporadic five minutes-at-a-time nap. "Thanks" was mumbled quietly into the air as a breeze came and lifted her words away.