something like a meteor [joining]

The last thing Velox remembered was meandering along through the mountains, hopping across slim precipices and watching to tread where there was little to no ice. Progress was been slow, but the female had been incredibly careful. So when she woke up disoriented and in an immense amount of agony, she couldn't at first understand what had happened.

Her vision swirled, and she struggled to focus on any one thing as everything was so painfully and beautifully illuminated in such an odd way that it hurt to try and see. Bi-colored eyes closed tightly, and Velox focused instead on trying to move. She could feel that she was lying on her side, but stretching her limbs was more miserable than expected, and she began to cough and whine with the effort of overcoming her body's present tenderness. She realized there was a permeating metallic taste in her mouth—her own blood—and her eyesight had finally cleared, she could see all the cuts and small slashes along her legs and body.

Velox coughed again, swallowing bile and cringing as she struggled to move once more. She managed to roll onto her stomach, but the strength to push herself onto her paws was strangely missing. One of her hind legs felt more troublesome than the others, and for a moment she craned her aching body to lick futilely at the invisible fracture. She stopped, her eyes traveling around her, but her senses weren't oriented enough to realize that she was in a corner of Northstar Vale, a very-much claimed area.

She looked up at the peak from which she could only assume she had fallen, and was suddenly angry with herself for not being more adept. She might have called for help, but for a while the battered, silvery widow simply wanted to lie there and breathe. And the longer she lie there, the more she realized that everything, even her insides, hurt more terribly than they'd ever before.