Silvertip Mountain Blame it on the Beatle

Odette contiuned to whinne in pain, squeezing her puppy blue eyes tightly shut.  She didn't like this new feeling... it hurt.  Although her scratched face began to feel a little bit better, when Stoic began to attempt to clean the wound, all in all though, it still stung.  She wished her Mother was here too right now to help, but was too scared to try and find her.

When her brother asked if she was okay, Odette was not sure how to answer.  The small wound was starting to feel a little bit better, although not completely, as the sting still remained, just not as intense.  "Dunno."  Odie decided on in slurred, pained speach.