Dawnlark Plains Sang the jelly bean prayer

Grace was lucky Esaro was there to ease her fall, though she still felt her body scream in protest. One egg slipped through her jaws and went for her brown friend, another escaping through the other side of her mouth. The other two stayed firmly in her mouth throughout the fall, amazingly keeping intact. So much for a full nest.... She couldnt move right away, having to steady her vision first and figure out what way she was even pointing. Once she had that sorted out, eggs still grasped firmly in her jaws, Grace rolled off of Esaro. She whimpered in pain, nose instantly going to press into her bad hip. It was warmer than the rest of her, obviously not happy with the rough treatment that joining a pack had introduced to her. First hunting big game, dragging it back, and now falling from a tree? The little yearling knew she never would have done such things if shed stayed with her family. She stayed laying on her side, panting slightly but giving Esaro a triumphant golden gaze after she'd caught her breath.
      "Tfoo surfifed!" 
She tried giggling a "two survived" around the two medium sized eggs she held, but her response was muffled and hard to understand. A hawks eggs, but Grace didn't know what birds laid which eggs: they were all yummy to her nonetheless. She placed one at Esaro's paws, albeit a little covered in drool, and put the other one between her own. She had to spend a moment spitting out debris from the now shredded nest before breaking into the egg with a few claws. She'd tried to make a hole in the top to simply lap out the fluid, but the shell shattered, the oozy innards gooping up her paws. Oh well, it was still good! She lapped up the egg from her paws, tail wagging behind her, and shot another thrilled glance at Esaro. Amazingly, she'd ignored the jeers from the other wolves. Noticed, yes, felt bad, yes, but ignored all the same. She'd had fun, even if she would be teased about it.
                       "That went better than I expected."