Night had fallen by the time I stopped running. Tired and scared out of my wits. Scrambling to my feet, I padded to the river. My hearing, however bad my old packmates told me it had been, did not catch a thing. Scenting the wind, though I knew I was downwind, I smelled nothing. Suspicous, I proceded to drink, but just then noticed how there was a shallow rain puddle nearby. The river was overflowed, after all, and the rainwater would be easier to get to. Limping towards it, I didn’t take time to notice that odd color of the water, a purple-ish color. Lapping up the liquid with ease, I turned tail and ran straight into my little nest. I’d made it myself, so I was pretty sure it was good. Staring out at the river, I began to feel sleepy, and the world was spinning… The last thing I heard was the crunching of footsteps on leaves as humans came closer to my makeshift den. One shone a light into my eyes; a growl rapidly came. I heard one say ‘She’s still not out yet.’ ‘Give her a minute, we’ll have her soon…’