Hideaway Strath To the bone.

She remained dead to the world for long moments, though the brush of warmth beside her made Towhee stir. Her brow furrowed and she murmured under her breath, though her eyes remained closed. She went still again for a few heartbeats before abruptly waking. Not only did her eyes fly open, she sat up partially, her head knocking into Niamh's jaw, smearing it with blood.

The impact wasn't particularly painful, though righting herself so quickly certainly made Towhee's head swim. She muttered something unintelligible as she struggled to focus. "Nee...?" she managed, squinting and drawing her head backward to look at the golden she-wolf. "Mm... I... hall—?" Yeah, that word had far too many syllables to manage right now.

A moment later, a long, protracted groan eked its way out of her throat. She felt pain slam into her head, ribs and thigh, all at once, like a switch had been flipped. Towhee began to pant and squirm, blinking a fresh trickle of blood out of her eye as she clung to this semblance of consciousness.