Emberwood chasing twisters

Due to this roll, Fisher will be dying.  Volunteers?

It takes Fisher a few days longer than it should to get herself from her demise to the forest.  Getting around took a lot longer with a limp.  Her front right ankle is swollen and she has to stop every so often to give it a break and let the swelling go down long enough so she can feel it again.  It’s not broken, at least, but it hurt like a bitch still.

She makes her way to the ground by supporting herself up by the base of a tree.  She sinks, carefully, while she holds up the strained foot.  A hard breath of air is forced from her lungs once she makes contact with the cool forest floor.  Fisher takes a look around once she’s settled and exhausted but with one eye swollen shut, she isn’t able to see all that well.

With a long exhale, she lowers her head to her paws.  Her ears remain cupped forward but she doesn't allow herself to really fall off to sleep.