Blackfoot Forest gossamer

Despite the way she shrunk from him, still he came closer and she watched him with widening eyes. After a moment’s pause, she believed his concern to be genuine, and she glanced down at her ripped flesh of the leg that was stretching out awkwardly from the side. Littlest nibbled at the hairs she could reach from her tail, falling back into old bad habits and almost wishing now that Most Elderly would appear to gently scold her. She attempted to murmur around her chewing, but it was unclear, and with hesitance she openly her maw fully, “No, I don’t think.” She began, and attempting to inch her leg up, to which it responded without too much pain, “I fell.” She explained, sheepishly folding her ears back.