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Distantly, she registers the approach of another, and manages to drag herself bit by bit back to full consciousness by the time the figure nears her side. She inhales instinctively, knowing the other to be Aditya even before he speaks; it's a good thing, else the gentle touch to her cheek might have been met with snapping jaws. Her hackles prickle slightly nonetheless, but she only sighs softly at the contact.
That's not my name, she wants to say, wincing just slightly at hearing her moniker. Aditya, She murmurs instead, shifting to better look at him. A weary, affectionate smile tugs faintly at her lips. You have flawless timing. The yearling takes a deep breath, resisting the urge to wince at the way expanding her chest shifts the wounds littering her chest, shoulders, and neck; the worst of the damage is there, in the form of a myriad of bite marks still weeping blood into her dark fur.
How bad is it? She asks him, voice soft but largely unaffected; she's been through far worse, and she's beyond panicking now. The only thing left to do is assess the damage and deal with it — she will live, she's certain.