Querry shook her head, trying not to pass out from the loss of blood. She soon came to one of the forests, having ran a long way to get there. Her form collapsed onto the grass of a clearing, her eyes closing and her breathing ragged. She could feel the marks where she was hit, the blood matted into her fur and still trickling down her body, the mark on her shoulder screaming out in agonized pain. The feline let out a pained hiss, and she laid there, her chest and stomach pushing up and down raggedly with each breath. The moon's light was filtering through the ebony shaded leaves of the night, and Querry listened wistfully to the shudder of the trees from the wind. There was a small scratching noise coming from somewhere. It kept getting louder, but, in Querry's state, she couldn't make any sense of it.
Her eyes flickered shut, and the animal tried to regain enough strength to at least cleanse the wounds. This was achieved as she mustered up enough strength to at least bend her head over and run her rough tongue along the cuts and gashes. She winced with every connection, but for the most part she tried to ignore her own pain. Her eyes suddenly widened, and her ears were alert as she heard a crashing through the bushes. Her ears were pinned forward, and she could just make out a shape of what she hoped was not a bear, before she blacked out into nothingness. Her form was laying there in the litter of leaves and pine needles, completely motionless aside from the faint signs of breathing in which her chest ascended slightly and descended shakily.