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The fighting had started, for the most part, in small groups. She didn't know if the entire pack was going to go over there and attack or not...but if they didn't, the coyotes were likely to do it to them. Wasn't it better to start it first? She supposed that the coyotes could point fingers later on and say that they were the ones who had started everything...with the fighting and all, though. But her pack didn't seem to care. Ember didn't really enjoy fighting, trying to cause somebody else harm. It scared her to know that she was hurting somebody else, when she'd felt that kind of pain before.
The now shifted female looked up at the remnant of the pirate ship that loomed up in front of her, sticking out of the sand. It was huge, and she took her time exploring the outside with her eyes. Would it be possible to get up inside there? There were a few ropes hanging up off the sides of it. Her foot was still a little sore, but it'd work just fine. She grabbed the end of the rope, starting to scale the side of the ship. She dug the claws of her foot into the halfway rotted wood, using that to help her a bit. She got to the railing at the top and reached with one hand to take hold of it, pausing in the middle of her upwards climb to wince. She'd been bitten very badly on her shoulder by Hybrid, and it still hurt quite a bit. He'd gone through the muscle. She must have snapped something that had once been healed; blood dripped down her arm, off her elbow, and down onto the ground.
The girl gave one last try, letting go of the rope and holding on with both hands, pulling herself up onto the deck of the ship. There she sat, gasping. She wasn't sure how she'd get down...but surely there were stairs up here somewhere.
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