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The battered side of Lele's face hurt again. She cracked open one eye (the other was swollen shut and she did not know yet, if the extent of the injury had destroyed vision in it) and carefully rubbed the painful side against her paw. It was very hot to the touch left a reddish white, sticky substance smeared on her fur. "Crap..." she murmured, scrunching her nose at the stench of putrefying flesh and then pulling herself up to her feet. Stretching came somewhat stiffly, but at least, whatever wounds there had been on the rest of the body, they were nowhere near as bad as on her face. Chunks of fur were missing and there were shallow cuts or scratches, some bruised muscles, but nothing too serious. 

Lele hobbled to the water's edge, but stopped mid-way to stare down at herself in a pool of water. A reflection there would not have flattered even the greatest beauty in the world and for her, who had for a while thought herself beautiful, seeing, how pitiful she looked now, was another blow to a self-esteem that had already been torn down to a smoking pile of rubble. Better not dwell too much of it, she thought and continued to, where the ocean's waves rolled gently against the white sand of the coast. She walked in there up to her knees and after some hesitation leaned down and submerged the left side of her face in the cold water. The relief was instantanious - saltwater prickled against the open wounds a little, but cold took the fever and most of the pain away. 

She closed her eyes and sank to her belly, savouring a peaceful moment, before memories of recent events caught up with her and began to torment her again.