Blacktail Deer Plateau glass rain falls on sundays

She squinted her gaze against the disorientation, though it hardly helped, as it was her thoughts that muddled, not the outside world. Still, she was ever-stubborn, and she muttered "I'm fine. It'll pass - I just -" But words did not come any easier than they had before, and she leaned readily on her father, accepting her state even if her words told another story. The rabbit sprung to mind, and she wanted to tell her father to cache it, for it ought to be a good meal (and she had certainly done a lot to nab it), but at the mere thought of the effort required to speak those words had them slip from her tongue. In a stupor she moved, placing paw in front of paw, until at some point in time - she could not say how long the walk had taken - she collapsed, exhausted, in Pema's den. Shock and adrenaline had passed, slowly, and drained her, and her injuries lacked any sort of barrier, now. The pain was greater than she would admit, and she slipped into a kind of exhausted haze, deaf to the world.

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