Ivy stumbled away, her leg dragging on the ground. She lifted herself up into a tree, hoping to escape the other wood dwellers that may be scouting the ground below. The girl was breathing hard, almost gasping for air. Ivy glanced down at her leg. Blood was seeping from the place where the Demonwolf had penetrated her skin with its powerful jaws. She took in a big mouthful of air, closing her eyes and rolling her head away.
Hours passed. Finally, Ivy decided it would be best to try to stop the immense bleeding. It had stained the ground and tree crimson, and she was beginning to feel light-headed. She tore a piece of cloth from the bottom of her long shirt, and slowly, with shaking hands, pressed in onto the wound. A small squeak escaped her throat, but she dared not to scream. Instead, Ivy held her breath, hoping, praying that the pain would subside. It didn't.