Haunted Wood When I was a young boy

She stank of cat, but it was ok. It wasn't too bad.
Her babies were concerned, whining and trying to see what was wrong, but she turned her shoulder from them.
She panted. It had been a long way back, and night had long since closed on her as she struggled to make it back. But she did, for her children.

A rushing, brushing on the grass outside had her bristling and ready to snap at whatever came into her den. Something may have followed her trail, and she was ready to fight them despite her injuries. She wouldn't let her babies be harmed.

But Valour's face poked in, his broad frame filling the entrance.
She nearly snapped at him, but luckily she didn't.
She followed him out of her den.
Her shoulder burned, probably from loping here. She shouldn't have gone out like that.

"I've lost a lot of blood," she replied. She felt weak now. The only thing keeping her going really was adrenaline. But she wanted t sleep so bad.
"Infection, cat claws are dirty," perhaps he knew what she needed. Vanity knew how to stop bleeding, and patches of moss had clung to some parts of the gaping lacerations, but mostly fallen out.