Moonspear and breathe in time [m]

Idly, she peeled at the fish. Everything still tasted too strangely metallic and she persevered long enough to pick away until there was nothing worthwhile left. She next settled on watching the nearby water, working towards the motivation to slake her thirst proper and get the taste out of her mouth best she could. But, the ache that she remembered in these peaceful moments held fast to her, pulling back her ears and keeping her rooted as she eyed right forelimb angrily. In the days since the hunt, her bruises had only darkened and caught in such a strange flux of so many things, it was becoming frustrating to only be aware of more as time passed.

She huffed, and halfway into preparing to get to her feet, she scented him on the breeze. An ear swivel followed, paired alongside a few more thoughtful sniffs to pinpoint her suspicions. This eased her elbows back to the warm grass so she may re-strategize, and adjust for his eyes on her as she knew they would be, since he did not seem to be immediately closing all of the distance just yet. She didn't want him to see her lurching into an awkward hobble on tender paws and a stiff leg -- a very perceivable weakness, and one she was not taking to kindly despite the subtleties. But she still had to get up and do something about the horrid dryness in her mouth, with or without Lazarus looming nearby.

Now prepared to hide her grimace in full, she arose and moved forward to the tiny creek for a quick drink. She lingered there, keeping mostly still with her jaw dripping, and listened carefully to scope out his next move. Meanwhile, she willed the dizzying warmth out of her head.