Blacktail Deer Plateau out of my mind

Dawn found that listening to Pema did help, and her talk with her father had eased her reluctance to rest. Her dislocated toes had healed rapidly, and she found that walking was an activity she could now complete with very little discomfort. Of course, one toe, bruised and battered looking, was a little worse of than the others, and too much movement would have it burn uncomfortably. She observed it now, dangling her paw in the stream before her to numb the burning, then examining it closely. Pema had been a great help, and her mind turned to ways to thank her when her injuries no longer hindered her. 

Allowing her paw to dangle in the stream before her, Dawn stretched out on her stomach and experimented with a few deep breaths. The ache was still there, of course, but faded; however, the odd breath would send a jolt of pain down her rib cage. She shifted, sighing, scenting half a dozen prey-scents and of half a mind to abandon her father's and Pema's advice and see just how well she could hold up.