Borderline Rumble [AW]
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Rewdeynetya could barely speak. The white one didn't need to lift Rewdeynetya up to see the damage; as she spoke, the jackal-wolf tried to move, and ended up flopping onto her side. There, slightly tilting her head, she would reveal that her chest and stomach had been injured severely. Some of the wounds were deep, but it looked as if she had wrestled off her attacker before he could do any further damage to her. Granted, she was pretty banged up, but only two wounds looked as if needing intensive treatment. Her breaths were ragged, almost as if one blow had nicked a lung — it certainly felt like that.

The jackal-wolf looked up into the eyes of the white one, her vision blurred, the wolfess's fur glowing in the sunlight. Her pain-addled brain wondered if she was an angel, but Rewdeynetya's common sense quickly kicked back in. She coughed, splattering red onto the fur of the white one, perhaps, and said, "...Shore..." before hacking and wheezing.

Nearby, if the pack searched, they would find a golden jackal in Secui, his throat torn open and recently dead from the blood loss. The other jackal, who preferred Optime above other forms, had already taken off for a nearby docking site. Whomever Scorpius had seen with the lone survivor was actually the jackal Rewdeynetya knocked into the sea; he had survived, evidently.


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