Dragoncrest Cliffs I am holy now the water's hit me

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trembling, she'd run, before the rational part of her mind that had fled in the face of pure fear had returned. she moved to help her mother then, gaze sizing up her torn-up limb fearfully. her own hocks were torn and bloodied, and her forelimb was weak against her weight. she could not think of a cause for this, the odd trembling that seemed not to affect her similarly torn left, and could devote no thought to this now. 

at the borders she paused, howling once before moving back to the side of her mother, lending @Portia all the strength she could. she attempted a few more steps into the territory before faltering, tongue lolling and wide gaze still holding much of their fear and shock.