[The mantra about her final destination not being much further ahead carried on in her mind. While Fang had an urge to look up, to see just how far she'd made it, that seemed like a counter productive move in her current state. It was easy to feel cornered, desperate in a moment like this and that was the last thing anyone needed from her in this instance. The hand of her uninjured arm raised, the back of it attempting to wipe blood away and really only succeeding in smearing across her hand. Blood dripping was always an annoying feeling. While in many ways it felt a lot like water, it wasn't the same, there were differences in the consistency of the substance. One being that blood was far more sticky and harder to get out of fabrics. Though, it was better when it was some beasts blood, easier to cope with then.

Each step vibrated up through her body, shaking the cracked ribs which caused her features to twitch with pain at every movement. It was hard to listen for possible threats, things moving in the woods around her, but she tried anyway. Focusing on other things would help much more than simply allowing the pain ripple through every part of he-

And that was when she heard her name. The voice and call familiar. Swallowing hard, and blinking a few times to clear the haze that was setting in around her vision, Fang stopped the slow march, head raising to look up, trying to find who she thought had just called her.]

Vanille...?