Deepwood Weald I'll unwrap my fingers, free my foot and run away

she offered a name, but nothing else. granted, cassiopeia had been vague in her inquiry, but the inability to scent anything from the woman from the bottom of the rain-soaked depression had her unsettled. the woman swept a paw forward, and the inky girl watched it carefully, thought the gesture was entirely innocent, it seemed. 

"yes." a moment later, as if hesitant to reveal to the woman just why, she offered,  "I landed on something hard."  as if to elaborate, she proffered the offending limb, which already was swelling. 

brow furrowing, she shifted, propping the forelimb loosely on the ground.  "cassiopeia".