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The air was still cold.
This was the first conscious thought Greer could remember having in some time. Her mind was dominated by pain and weariness, both of which required only feeling. The she-wolf’s brain felt like static, a numbing buzz. An involuntary shiver rippled down her spine and Greer stumbled. So cold… Spring might be on its way but the collecting dusk offered only shadows and icy wind. The wolf paused and looked back at her useless leg. The wound was fairly clean but still fresh. Dark blood pulsed from the puncture wounds the crazy white stranger had inflicted. Greer grimaced and limped onward through the forest.
Though the injury was painful Greer had learned her lesson. Her tired mind was on high alert, as much as she could manage, and wary of sneak attacks. This land had been affable to her for so long that she had become soft. Of course reality would be punishing. Danger was everywhere, which she had experienced first hand, and one had to remain vigilant. In any case, she was getting out of here like last year. Greer sighed quietly and peered through the thinning trees. The forest was ending but the air was still thick with the scent of Moladion; full of wolves and all their stories.
Greer squinted unhappily as the woods gave way to endless, sloping hills. This was not the same forest she had first arrived through, and somehow the she-wolf had become turned around. That forest had belonged to the pack Taviora, and this smelled of some new territory. Another pack resided here, of that she was sure. The scent of wolves was plentiful and overwhelming. Greer limped on, farther into the hills, for what other choice did she have? With her new invalid status, the she-wolf held no trust for her own kind, but she was exhausted, and lost, and couldn't bother to really care what happened next.
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