Qeya River Feels

She didn't see the attack coming, nor hear it. Her pulse pounded in her ears, accompanied by the rush of water beside her and the occasional (and horrifically painful) cough. Wildfire's eyes remained closed, her body limp, wondering why life seemed intent on torturing her lately. She hadn't caught a break since Goober, really. She could feel hot tears welling up behind her closed eyelids, a new tightness constricting her throat as she fought the urge to bawl at the unfairness of it all.

The yearling jerked when a strangled cry rent the air. Biting back a groan, she snapped upward to see a shadow rapidly descending on her. Wildfire gave her own startled cry, instinctively collapsing back to the ground and ducking her muzzle toward her wet chest in an attempt to protect her throat. Her eyes, which had flown open, squeezed shut again. When it rains, it pours! her mind screamed inanely as she waited for the blow to fall.