The first thing she felt was pain. Then, seemingly out of place was the feel of wind on bare skin. Not fur, thank goodness, but still bare skin. Her body tried to shiver, but it sent a shock of pain through every inch of her beaten body and she screamed. Or tried to scream, her throat seemed filled with scratchy cotton.
you are going to die here. said a voice in her head.
"No." She protested weakly, her voice coming out as a pained croak. She stubbornly fought to open her eyes, and saw above her trees and early morning sky.
"No." She said again, refusing to give up. It took her several tries and a lot more pain, but she finally managed to roll over onto her stomach and begin dragging herself across the uneven ground. She would not die here. Not today.