Post by ruffles on Jan 18, 2009 16:06:20 GMT -5
The white femme walked wearly into the land. Little did she know that this land was owned by a stallion, not a brute wolf. The wolfess was hurt, tired, and slightly cold. She had a long travel and was wounded from an attack from her own pack. The femme didn't know where she was, the beating she took left her senseless and all she could do was walk forward. She needed water and blood stained paws were moving as fast as they could possibly go.
Finally she reached the blessed water that would nurish her beaten and broken body. The cold water had a hard time going down her dry and cracked throat. The female coughed and choked on the water till drinking the rest of the water was too much for her and she collapsed, falling into a tired, and restless sleep.