Stone Circle we clean up and now it's time to learn

She'd torn through snow and bramble on her way home, beelining straight for the den she shared with Murdock and shooting through the entrance with enough velocity to half-crash into the rear wall, only to curl into a tight ball as she tried desperately to gather her thoughts, succeeding only in scattering them further. Her neck began to burn as the adrenaline settling in her veins began to fade, her split tongue pounding as she quivered. She'd left a trail of torn up snow, streaks of blood and desperation, and though she wished dearly to call for @Murdock, something like shame at her predicament had her silent as she began to try and clear the  blood from her fur, trembling like a leaf and succeeding only and spreading around the blood from her bleeding tongue. This was never supposed to have happened, and she couldn't quite comprehend that it had.