Blacktail Deer Plateau Ok in more then one way

She blinked her gaze open at the approach of another, gaze falling on Pema as she drew near. She stretched out her forelimbs but did not move from her spot beside a bush, relatively sheltered from the wind but still beneath the warmth of the sun. She yawned, Pema still a way's off, and poked at her wound. The scab was holding fairly well, but cracked whenever she moved, and the whole area was warm and tender, signs of a mild infection. She'd done her best to keep it clean, but a wound the size of hers was hard to keep completely uninfected.

She smiled tiredly at Pema as she approached, still not entirely awake, tail shifting behind her in amiable greeting, pawing once at her face to clear the sleep from her eyes.