Snowforest Taiga wind shear

Although lying on her back was technically the more vulnerable position, Alya knew it would show weakness to cover her soft, round belly now that someone had come upon her. She turned her head lazily toward Aditya when he chuffed at her and decided that he likely wouldn't try to kill her today.

"Better, but still far weaker than I'd like," she admitted, to world-weary for her usual games. She was in frank sort of mood, and it showed in her wan smiles and listless voice. "It's not like I'm dying or something. I should be able to do things, but everything requires all four legs. It's maddening." She wished she was back at home, where she'd earned enough laurels that she could rest on them. Here, she had nothing, was no one.

At least Aditya did not seem any more rested or happy. Misery truly did love company - hers, at least. But it wouldn't do to reveal something like that. She should say something comforting. "You probably have a lot more to complain about," she admitted, her expression showing how little she liked to acknowledge it - but a bit of rare compassion as well. It was as real as Alya could manage, which was not very real... but it was more than she might usually feel or express to someone outside her family. "I couldn't imagine trying to lead Moonspear on my own, without my parents to guide me or my sisters to help. And half the pack are my siblings." She injected a bit of humor into her words, hoping to get a more genuine smile out of him.