Fox's Glade i'm up

Perhaps @Hiraku or @Pippin? Anyone's welcome, though! :)

Her warm pink tongue passed over the place where her leg had once attached to her body and, for the first time in a week, Reggie did not taste fresh blood. When she was satisfied that it was clean, she moved on to the rest of her body, grooming herself meticulously, like a cat. There was a slight silver lining to all of this: with one forelimb out of the way, she had slightly easier access to her chest and belly.

When she was done, she sprawled next to the stream with a sigh. There was a single dried fish next to her but she didn't eat it. Over the past several days, she had proved to be an excellent fisher (catlike, indeed). It had a lot to do with the fact that she literally couldn't go much of anywhere or do much of of anything, allowing the young coyote to give fishing practice her undivided attention. The only other thing she really did was sleep.

Presently, she wasn't tired, nor hungry, nor did she feel like fishing. After lying there awhile, she slowly pushed herself upright and decided to practice walking. She used her hind legs to propel herself forward and her single foreleg to maintain balance. Rather than step, she hopped. It looked and felt ridiculous but Reggie supposed she would get better at it over time. At least she was only missing one leg and not two eyes, like that poor Swift wolf.