Barrow Fields these are the last blues we're ever gonna have.

Her screech isn’t enough to get the wolf to change paths or try to stop sooner rather than later but it does work to scare away the birds and prevented any further damage from their claws. It is only a short lived victory as they collide, tumbling into one another. Her head hits something along the way that causes her teeth to chomp together, painfully biting her tongue a tad too hard. The metallic taste of blood smears around the white of her muzzle and she lands in the snow with a dramatic oof.
 
Dizzy, uncoordinated, and angry, Nox attempts to get on all four feet that causes her to stumble back and fall again but she’s separated herself from the idiot to get in her way. She grumbles quietly, half closing her eyes as the urge to sleep begins to take over, but she fights it off with an uncoordinated shake of her fur.