Valiant(Editing)

Chapter 6; Akela

He saved me. I couldn't believe it. I must've been really lucky enough to be saved. In fact, If he didn't save me, I would've died from drowning.

I began to try and remember what had happened. I did remember right away losing my breath, then going under the water, yet one question still remained; How did I end up in the river in the first place? Thinking about the question, I suddenly remembered that I had slipped. My inquired leg had made me lose my balance as I was washing off my legs earlier. How mindless of me! I should've been more careful.

I let out a sigh with a face of glower on myself. I looked towards the wolf who had saved me, and felt terrible as I saw him in a frustrated mood.

He was huffing. It looked as if he was trying to calm himself down, yet I wasn't exactly sure. Was he angry with me? Most likely.

None of this would've happened if my leg was not inquired in the first place.

After awhile of sitting with guilt on my chest, I slowly stood on to my legs, wincing as I got up. I noticed that my inquired leg was all bloody and wet. The water hadn't cleaned off the red stain. I'd been wrong about assuming that the water would've cleaned off the blood.

With guilt still heaving inside of me, I limped closer to him and stood in front of him, with my eyes lowered along with my head.

"I-I'm so sorry," I said with culpability. "I didn't mean for that to happen."

I was truly sorry. I didn't mean for any of that to happen. It was all a major accident.

He promptly took a deep breath, and after, looked more serene than before. With his glance looking down towards the ground, he let out a sigh.

"You really scared me, you know that?"

I nodded without hesitation. I couldn't disagree with that.

"Please, don't ever scare me like that again."

I nodded again, yet this time with promise.

He rose on to his legs and inquisitively looked into my eyes. I did the same, with with my lowered head slowly tilting upward. And when I did, I noticed a sparkle in them, nothing like I have seen before. They were charming.

With a tilted head of curiosity, he came to ask me, "What's your name?"

"Akela," I replied.

"Nice to meet you, Akela. I'm Dakota."

Dakota. What a unique name.

Pleased with knowing his name, I smiled a little, "Nice to meet you too."

Instead of returning my little smile, he frowned. Why was he frowning? Maybe he was still upset with the incident that had happened. Yet, I soon noticed him looking down at my red, stained leg. In realization, I knew why he was frowning. He was frowning because he probably was worried about my leg.

"Did you get cut up in the river?" he asked with a concerned question.

"Oh no, I just got in a little fight with another animal, not a big deal," I shook my head. I knew that what I said was a lie, yet I didn't want him worrying about my leg.

He studied my wound a little more, and with a tilt of his head, he questioned, "Not a big deal? Seems like a pretty deep cut there."

I shook my head again, refusing to air the truth, "I'm fine, really, it's just a little cut."

He still acted as if not convinced. I knew he wouldn't take in my word, yet I still delayed the reality.

I overlooked my wound again. He was right, no doubt. It was a terrible wound. It wasn't bleeding as badly as when I'd gotten it, yet it was still bleeding. I knew that from this leg wound, a lot of blood had been lost from within me.