Moonspear Wake the giant

She didn't hear Floki's soft command, nor the commotion as the three males faced off with the grumpy bear. Her ears worked perfectly fine but she was still very much out of it, drifting in some ethereal plane between conscious and unconscious. If not for the frozen rain, she might have stayed there awhile, oblivious to the danger nearby. But it splattered her face and chilled her back, cold, cruel fingers dragging Wildfire up and out of her reverie with a loud groan. Her head hurt.

She shook it absently, which made it feel like her brain was just rattling around in there, loose. Wildfire clenched her teeth, eyes pressed closed against the onslaught of freezing rain as she slowly tried to climb to her feet. She shivered and trembled, temples pounding, eyes suddenly snapping open when one of the pebbles Floki had loosened came careening down the slope, pinging her square on the hindquarters with a sharp sting.

A muted cry tumbled from her mouth and she looked up at him, brow knitted both from confusion and pain. "What—?" she began to call up to him when the noises of the nearby skirmish finally registered and she whipped her head around—with an accompanying blat of pain—and saw Nishu and Dash facing off with the very, very grumpy bear. And suddenly her insides were colder than her outsides.