Sun Mote Copse I'd rather be divisive than indecisive, drop the niceties!

She believed she blacked out for a moment, catching only the last part of whoever was talking to her right now. Her body ached, but the snow was cold enough to numb the pain a bit. She counted her limbs, face still buried - one, two, three... four. Pheww. Her neck felt fine, her tail? She wiggled it slightly. Still attached. Head? It throbbed with adrenaline and a slight concussion, but yep, that part was still attached to.

Now, back to the question. Was she Okay? No - I'm Nellie. She responded confidently, lifting her head carefully. Dizziness hit her like a truck and for a moment there were two saviors there. She blinked until everything aligned again, looking into the distance with a blank stare.