Chapter 21
The stray dog Jamie had caught the previous day had been on its last legs. Since then, no other animal had been as slow or unwary; the wild animals could smell her coming, and the domesticated animals were being kept inside.
She found the carcass of a dead rock chuck and, gagging at the putrid odor, consumed the rancid animal. The diseased meat closed her wounds, but she was far from whole. Where the red rash of the burns wasn’t showing, her skin had an unhealthy pallor. Her hair wasn’t growing back. Apparently, the limited amount of flesh she had consumed was being diverted to the major wounds while the rest of the damage remained unrepaired.
There was one animal she could count on to be easy prey. It was slow and stupid, unwary and numerous, and always available.
Until now
