Blacktail Deer Plateau do I cool it or do I blow

Doubt; it crept into her mind, worming it's way around her thoughts. Dawn had stepped into her role gladly, confidently, after learning and growing. And she had not stepped up alone, rather, Pema had stepped up alongside her. At first, she had thought little of it; the woman cared greatly for the pack, and while she had never thought her a leader, she seemed to accept the role. But had Pema been promoted for a different reason? Did her father not think her capable of leading alone beside him? She knew that she had her shortcomings, but perhaps they were greater than she thought; perhaps the kind of shortcomings that required another to babysit her. 

Shoulders hunched, she shook the thought from her mind, sighing bitterly. She plowed through the snow, pushing her full weigh against the powdery white that rose up to her shoulders, here, a somewhat isolated part of the territory. Her muscles burned, and before much longer, her pointless plowing had her panting and her bitter thoughts vanish into the back of her mind. Satisfied now, with her limbs burning, she gazed sidelong at the fluffy white that seemed so inviting. Relenting, she flicked her tail briefly before flopping onto her side, and immediately jerking sideways with a yelp and a sharp crack. Her haunch burned, and she cursed loudly as she bolted forward instinctively, before twisting back to see the source of the sudden hurt. Her eyes widened when they fell upon the stick, half buried in her haunch, brittle and as wide around as one of her toes. Blinking at it a few moments longer, unable to bring herself to move and quite unsure about how the stick managed to find it's way into her haunch, she gave a somewhat faltering howl for @Aditya, completely at a loss of what to do.