Blacktail Deer Plateau tinker, tailor, stalker, scout

Recovery felt impossible. Sorrel would lie down beside Addy for a while each day, reminding herself that this was real. She would eventually rise for long enough to stretch her sore, aching muscles, at which point she would find some hope that things were looking up. Of course, this was always either cut short by a twist here or a sprain there that left her whining on her hindquarters. At least she was safe within the borders; outside, who knows what might have happened had she not been found.

It might have helped to have been eating more regularly, but Sorrel couldn't seem to keep anything down. It was either the nervous butterflies or the surging cramps along her underbelly that forced her meals up not long after they'd made their way down. Even keeping down water had become a chore. 

A call was sounded for Addy, but Sorrel couldn't help investigating. She was curious by nature, by virtue of her mother. She stood not far off from the strange male, quietly sniffing the air to catch on to his scent. Hopefully her brother would appear soon, but for now, Hello.