Rhudé collapsed at the base of a tree, tired and in pain. Sie lifted up her trouser leg to see what was causing the pain and saw a long gash running the length of hir leg. Crap, sie said, getting back up to try and find something to wrap the wound in. Looking around, sie saw someone's suitcase which had landed not far from where sie was; sie walked over to it and opened it up. Inside was some clothes, toiletries and some sketchbooks. Sie picked up a white t-shirt and began ripping it to form a bandage. Salt water's a good antiseptic, isn't it? sie remembered from school. Slowly, sie got up and walked to the sea, limping as to avoid injuring hirself even more. When sie reached the shimmering water, sie knelt hir injured leg into the sea slowly, as to avoid anymore pain. A small wave splashed some water onto the wound, making hir gasp with pain. Even slower, sie lowered hir leg into the water until it was completely submerged. The stinging which followed made hir howl a little in pain and caused hir eyes to water. The water around the coyote became a stained red as the blood washed into it. After a minute of this sie could bare the pain no longer and began to bandage up hir wounds.
Once the makeshift bandage was applied sie limped back to the tree line and laid down in the warm sand. If sie was going to survive here sie needed a level head; resting would be the best way to clear hir head.