Swiftcurrent Creek Its been one week since you looked at me

It sounded like a boar was in the undergrowth, truthfully.
Some broad-shouldered beast, truffle-hunting, and dragging heel through piles of leaf-litter and whatever other detritus littered the forest floor. It wasn't common in Indra's experience to find one roaming singularly, especially so close to water (she imagined such a creature could not swim well, and had no need for fish); so when the sound got closer and as a result, louder, she turned her white ear towards it and then her full focus.
What emerged was something grotesque, but familiar. A slovenly arrangement of folds, copper-toned, almost slug-like with how it moved. She saw one trunk-like leg and its wide paw crush some brackish leaves and then beyond that stride, a pugged face, and a gnarly scar twisting there.
Red! The ugly bitch snorted.
Almost immediately Indra heard that word and knew at once why they were here, and felt the elation of being remembered - even sought out! Rescued!
Stop!
Her watcher, having minded her for many hours now, lunged from the underbrush. He thought his words might sway the beast; but Redbird glared at him and made to move around him, seeking whatever safety and security Gun posed; but she couldn't make it far without great pains, and slowed as soon as she began.
Indra didn't want to stop. She wanted to be where she belonged - to see her gang again and to be appreciated as more than a prisoner, or a bartering chip, but she had to stop. If she moved too quickly the pain in her chest would choke her.