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she had begun to pace. her tail flicked her haunches in nervous frustration and her ears were pinned back, gaze searching the horizon every few minutes. she wasn't displaying outright panic, but her pacing spoke of her stress. when finally a figure arrived, her ears shot up toward the figure, and she halted, waiting rather impatiently for the woman- Heartha- to arrive. 

"He was bitten,"  she said clipped, wishing Heartha would just put some magic herbs on the wound and it would make everything better. of course, that was impossible, but she wanted this to stop. she moved to his flank, muzzle hovering above the wound, gaze on Heartha. "a snake. Da's hurt, and Sunny's gone." she relayed, frustration flashing in her gaze.