Hoshor Plains shots and squats

Another nip and her sister was gone. The emptiness of cold air that enveloped her then drowned her with a sense of loneliness that caused her big blue eyes to widen as she half-sat, half-lay rooted to the spot. Where did the warm go? Could it come back? Could she find it again? Where had she come from? Where could she go?

The strength within her vanished as the limb that supported her collapsed. She fell, laying on her belly with all four limbs spread eagle beneath her as her chin tapped against the ground. Helpless. Lost. Where were nice things? Did they disappear forever? How long was forever? Would anything find her again?

She didn't understand. She didn't get it. She couldn't help herself. From her, a high-pitched whine fled her lips at an ungodly decibel. It persisted. It didn't stop.