[Araya's POV]
The Direwolf carries Araya deeper into the forest, its movements smooth and careful despite its massive size. Araya clings to its fur, her body trembling with exhaustion and pain. The cramping in her belly has eased slightly, but she can still feel the ache, a constant reminder that something is wrong.
The shadow in the trees keeps pace with them, moving silently through the darkness. Araya tries to focus on it, to see what it is, but her vision keeps blurring.
She's losing too much blood.
Araya looks down at her torn white gown, now completely soaked with crimson. Some of it is from the rogues, splattered across her when the Direwolf tore them apart. But some of it is hers, seeping from cuts on her feet, her knees, her arms.
And some of it is coming from between her leg
