Rhea woke up in the middle of the forest, disoriented and sore. She groaned and rolled, touching her shoulder gently. It was sore, but she was surprised that it wasn't bleeding freely at all. She thought of what had happened last night, and sighed, picking herself up. She was careful not to touch her shoulder or rub it against anything, but she didn't feel it pull. Maybe the wolf hadn't broken through as much skin as she had thought. Maybe her flesh was healed because of how light the bite wound had been.
It took Rhea quite a while to get back to the camp, but when she did she was relieved. She broke through the trees and found some of the others talking. She hadn't heard any of there recent conversation, but she saw the sullen look on Ryan's face and narrowed her eyes. "Guys, what happened? Do we have any paper towels? I..um got attacked."