Overture Downs One step forward

her leg bears her weight almost as easily as before the incident - she'd rather not think of it as anything but just that, an incident - but there is still a hurt to it, and overuse brings about a deep-searing ache she feels a part of her now as much as her missing tail is. there's a rather large pile of emotion she's still not stopped to feel following it, but they're doing just fine under the carpet. 

her mind isn't really on what she's doing, as shown by the various debris caught in her pelt and the fact that she has little idea where she is. she can't have possibly gone that far from the hollow, but before she can stop to investigate her surrounds she's surprised by her sudden proximity to another. it's the rustling of undergrowth and a groan that has her veer towards the sound, and his sudden, looming, dark figure that has her freeze totally. very few she's met have been larger than her, save treason and the wolf on the mountain. this stranger has stark similarities to the latter, and her heart plummets so quickly she would not be surprised in the least to look down and see it on the ground between her paws. logic catches up a moment later, and it becomes clear this isn't him. "hi." she whispers, the sound seeming especially small coming from a big a wolf as her.