OOC Mar 3
Terra ached all over. Waking up she could still smell blood all around her. The settings were unfamiliar, and everything from yesterday after the cougar attack was a blur. She didn't remember much of anything, except being found and that there was a lot of aggression. She wasn't even sure who it was being aggressive. Terra looked around warily. She was in a rather spacious area. Her wounds had been cared for, leaving Terra to wince as she tested the restraints. Her leg was definitely broken, a huge problem. Sighing she settled back down, only to freeze as the scent of the den finally permeated her nose. She was in New Dawn.
She had to get out! Augustus had made the pack's position on coyotes and trespassers far too clear the last time they had met. Terra wanted nothing to do with the vicious pack. As fast as she could Terra stood up, almost toppling over as she realized how badly damaged her leg was. She wouldn't be able to use it whatsoever. Gritting her teeth Terra limped out of the den, wincing as the wound on her side split a little. A tiny stream of fresh blood rolled out, but she kept moving. It was a slow process, moving towards the borders. At least she'd put the den behind her, the scent of the borders now filling her nose. She was on the wrong side, and would soon correct that.
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