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She was finally pulled from the grips of the ocean. The girl would likely learn to fear the sea as she got older, perhaps even the flow or trickle of water itself. Wretch was young, and such a traumatic experience would have a lifelong effect on her. For now she remembered nothing except for her name, which she would be unable to pronounce in the days to come...but others knew of her and would likely come seeking her.
The girl couldn't even clench her teeth as she was picked carefully up from the sand, whining as her body involuntarily twitched against the pain. She was a small girl, wolfish with a few coyote features, but she felt more pain in those moments than some adults would feel in their lifetimes. Things would get better for her in the days to come as she was stabilized and kept warm, beginning the very first few steps of her healing process.
Wretch had one final thought before she drifted back into the semi-conscious state that she had been in before. Who was this Luperci who had discovered her? Who was he? Her nose worked against his fur for a few moments, taking in his strong scent. She would try and remember this...remember that he was the one who had taken her from the ocean's grasp and helped her.