Moonspear school hard

She has a sprained "wrist" and a bruised rib.

Sialuk had been born and raised on a mountain, and yet somehow, she had managed to keep herself mostly on her feet.

Until today.

She hadn't been doing anything particularly out of the ordinary this afternoon, but a sound had distracted her at just the wrong moment mid-step, and soon she found herself tumbling head over heels over head over heels over...

...

When she woke, it was dark out, her head was smarting, and her left front "wrist" was positively not right. Moaning, Sialuk attempted to shift herself onto her feet, only to put too much pressure on her foot. That caused her to gasp with pain, and she whimpered softly, falling back to the earth. The quarter moon hung overhead, and she stared at it for a moment. She didn't dare try and get up again, but she could call for help, so that was exactly what she did.

The raindrop took in the deepest breath she could (also noting that even that was uncomfortable) and howled for anybody in the vicinity to come help her. There was some amount of panic in her voice as she did so. What if they couldn't find her? What if they couldn't hear her? What if she couldn't move from this place even if they did find her? She bit her lip and howled again, repeating her howl every few minutes and hoping for the best.