Blacktail Deer Plateau wannabee

Standing was the last thing she hunted to do, though when the pale woman she barely knew came into sight, stand she did. She possessed a stubborn pride, and while the sudden lurch had her chest burn and her broken paw twinge warningly, she did it all the same, before settling into a slightly awkward sitting position. "I'm fine - well, I'll be fine soon." It was quite obvious that she was not fine, and Dawn wanted this to pass as soon as possible. She quirked a brow at the woman's words, and despite her pride and pain, she wanted to laugh. She suppressed it, though; laughing hurt. "I may have fallen down a ridge." It was the rabbit's fault, for being such a perfect meal and having the stupidity to lead her on a wild chase down an escarpment. And the ground's, too, for being so damned unreliable.