“Shit,” she grumbled through the mass of black fur in her mouth. Her white chest fur was smattered with specks of blood coming from the little creature she carried. Slowly the blood seeped from its wound into its own fur and hers. Her paws splashed against the muddy ground rapidly as she ran, desperate to find a solution to her problem.
'Just a little longer,' she thought as hard as she could. 'You're going to be okay.' Maybe, just maybe, if she could think the soothing words hard enough, they would become true.
Kumoya bolted into the sanctuary, looking frantically for anyone who could help her. She didn't even know if they were open right now, but she hardly cared. They were going to help her. They just had to!