Kintla Flatlands Help is on the way

The sound ignited a spark of hope inside the woman. The words of the other were not clear to her but she let out a gurgle in response. A plead for help. Of course, it was not proper words that she let out of her muzzle - but as of right now it was the only speech she had the energy to make.

She attempted to move her head, perhaps see the stranger, but a sharp sting in her head forced her back down with a grunt. Oh, please help me, darn it.