Barrow Fields Giggle at the ghostly

Well, she wasn't dead yet.  In her books, that meant the day was off to a good start.  If it was even the start of the day.  How long had it been since she'd collapsed here?  Her consciousnesses dimmed in and out, and for a while she might have actually slept, but she had no energy to keep moving quite yet.  Better to stay here.  This forest was nice and, best of all, cat-less.  Which she couldn't know for sure, of course, but as she'd said - still alive.  So it had to be true.

Her next clear observation was a paw poking at her side and someone saying her name.  A voice she couldn't help but recognize, though in her jumbled state, she still jumped.  "Oh shi...." the exclamation finished with a decidedly undignified exclamation of pain as she attempted to crane her neck to see her visitor.  Immediately her head dropped back down with a disgusted "Ugh".  Great.  She was glad to see him, but to have any of her 'pack' find her in such a condition was both blessing and curse.  He could take her home, but her standing was compromised.  She didn't believe they were the type to have loyalty quite yet, and she wasn't exactly capable of pulling her own weight right now.  Physically or metaphorically speaking.  "Lovely day we're having," she finished with, eyeing him out of her periphery instead.  Like that made any sense right now.