Accalia didnt make it far her body collapsing perhaps 8 tree lengths away. His words burning within her mind as she lay upon the earth her mind a spinning haze. Run away? Yes of course because she didnt trust her own kind. She didnt before the murder and she didnt now especially. If he wanted to talk he could do so without attacking her. besides, hadnt anyone taught him not to corner a wounded animal? Her blood was probably all over the dirt he had shoved her upon.

The thick black fog was flooding her mind by then as her cranium fell upon her splayed paws with a soft thud. Accailas sides still shuddering for breath, though her wound seemed to finally stop pumping out blood. After all she had finally been forced to rest.. not her choice though, being exposed in the middle of the forest.

The wounds depth was deep as was the wound to her emotional core. She was not a bad wolf but, instead a wolf created by her enviroment both past and present. Accaila almost hoped he would find her and sink his fangs into her neck. Mercy for the suffering though, thats not what he saw. He couldnt see through his anger and guilt... perhaps even hatred to see what lay behind her blue eyes. To force passed the fake wall she put up, to protect her self. No, to everyones eyes she was a ruthless murderer.