For those few moments where unconsciousness gripped the young wolf, she was blissfully untouched by pain or exhaustion. It was perhaps a good thing that her mind had lost its grip, that the last of her strength and resolve gave out, so that Frost could quickly remove the bullet without causing her further pain. The seering of the silver as the bullet was removed from the flesh it had already savaged, had she been conscious her cries would have been unbearable to hear. Almost immediately after the removal of the bullet did Scarlett's own healing ability instinctively kick in, almost like a warding had been removed to release the were magic. Cells had already begun to regenerate, working towards stitching the tissue back together, any bleeding that Frost had restarted pushing the tweezers into damaged flesh to snag the bullet lodged deep within had already stopped. It would still take some time still, her body exhausted of nearly all its energy, but soon the wounds she had sustained would be gone, fresh scar tissue the only sign of what had happened.

It did not take long for Scarlett's mind to try and pull itself back from the darkness. Her small canine frame stirred ever so slightly, facial muscles twitching as her brain struggled to make sense of what was going on around her. Nadya and Frost's voices were muffled, sounding almost distant, and yet the familiarity pulled at something deep within the young wolf. She stirred more, the softness of Nadya's voice making Scarlett's fluffy tail twitch, a subconscious tail wag. Green eyes struggled to blink, to try and open and keep themselves open. Each time they managed to crack open even the smallest amount, they were met with blinding light from the room. She whimpered softly, scared because her head felt so strange and her whole body ached in a way she had never experienced in her life. She wanted this whole thing to stop, for her body to stop feeling so weird, to wake up and be with her family again.

After several more tries, Scarlett managed to keep her eyes open, and after several short moments, the world around her slowly came into focus. Despite her head feeling light, her body felt incredibly heavy and also warm. Green eyes glanced to Frost who sat close by, the warmth had to come from him. It was incredibly comforting seeing people she loved surrounding her in these scary, uncertain times. Her tail wagged, lightly and slowly brushing along the floor; even looking half dead on the floor, she still wagged her tail in happiness. Using all the strength she could muster, she struggled to lift herself just enough so that she could gently rest her head on Nadya. Scarlett wanted nothing more than to be close to her friend right now.

"I'm sorry for causing trouble for you guys,"she said, her words soft through the link that connected them all as pack mates and her ears falling flat against her skull. There was no way for her to apologize enough for the trouble she had put them through, having to come to her rescue and save her from her own reckless actions. Scarlett knew she should have called for help before confronting the pair of hunters, and yet her own anger had outweighed her better judgement. After hearing what they had said, how they had threatened her pack, her family, there was no way she could sit and wait. Her newfound power had also completely consumed her, exhausting far more of her energy than the injuries she had sustained as she had so little control over it. She had no idea how she had even done what she did, she hardly remembered much from the fight, just a seething anger that had completely consumed her, fueling her new ability. "I should have called for help...but I just got so mad when I heard them talking about the awful things they wanted to do to the twins...to Nadya. I don't really remember all that much after that," she ends her words with a small sigh, ears still pinned back and green eyes cast down. She was seeking their forgiveness for this whole mess, though she wasn't sure she deserved it. It was incredibly like Scarlett, to be laying nearly dead, and still be more worried about other than herself.