The Floodlands I'm with the band.

They were a mess of a pair alright, and Rosalyn took Towhee's inspection as a chance to look her over as well.  She had a striking coat, Roz noted a little distantly.  Too bad about the face.  "Yer bleeding," she said, most helpfully, before the fact that she was also bleeding hit her as well.  She needed to get home.

She shook her head dismissively and went to rise, but her hind legs wouldn't support the weight, and there was a shot of agony as she pulled the torn skin of her hip.  At that moment, though, Towhee called, and the unexpected horrendous noise brought a moment of clarity to her.

"The hell kinda pipes are those?" She asked, but didn't note if she received an answer, as things began to swim before her eyes as well, and she dropped to a laying position.  She didn't want to pass out here, not with both of them roughed up and unguarded.  So she bit the side of her mouth, the spike of pain helping to steady a bit, and tried to keep it together with the familiar shiver that started to tingle in her extremities.