Blacktail Deer Plateau do I cool it or do I blow

She huffed a little at his reluctance to touch it, about to playfully goad him on when Pema arrived. Her brow furrowed when she ordered Aditya away, suppressing a grumble. She wanted him here, but she supposed that want was needless, and weak. Still, it didn't sit well with her, and when Pema told her that she would pull out the thing, her flank twitched painfully and her heart started pumping a little harder. "no," she said, already twisting her head back, "I've got it." Not allowing Pema to say anything, moving quickly, she grasped the stick and viciously jolted back her jaws.

Perhaps she'd been moved by the bitterness she'd felt earlier, or the pride that said if she'd been stabbed, she herself had better be the one to unstab herself. The stick ripped from her haunch with a rip of flesh and a trickle of blood that accelerated into a flow, sharp cry issuing from the girl as she dropped the sizable branch, blood-coated and gory, onto the snow. Her breath came quickly, and she squeezed her eyes shut, breathing out from between her teeth. "there."