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

the girl pulled herself out neatly, arousing a hint of irritation in the damp, mud covered, and newly injured svartell. she made to stand only to plop back onto her haunches, all other hurts secondary to the throbbing in her forelimb strong enough to have bile rise up in her throat before she swallowed stiffly. 

allowing the woman to examine her forelimb silently, her green gaze shifted to hers as she spoke. ears flickered before she answered, tail drawn close to her. "I don't know." she may have offered some semi-witty remark were it not for the foreboding settling in her chest, brow furrowed in worry.