Redhawk Caldera My "people skills" are "rusty."

She sat up slowly, blinking up at Elwood's concerned face as he godfather hovered. He spoke too quickly for her to catch what he said, though she could read his expression well enough. She winced as if to say, "Ow." But she nodded a beat later to add, "I'm okay." The movement caused several thick drops of blood to splatter on the ground at her feet; she felt one drip onto her toes. She glanced down, fascinated, and felt even more of the warm fluid pouring from her nose.

There was a dull, aching throb in her snoot but otherwise it didn't hurt very much. Oddly, Towhee could smell it and it was somehow very different from the blood of prey. Her initial preoccupation swiftly turned into something else entirely. The pup felt strangely lightheaded all of a sudden. There was an inexplicable numb sensation in all four of her feet. And her mouth began to water tellingly.

Before she could faint or vomit, Towhee squeezed her eyes shut against the sight of her own blood. Two senses down, she whimpered loudly and blindly tried to make Elwood's name sign in a general plea for help.