Blacktail Deer Plateau she put a hex on you

It had been several days since Junior had last spotted her reflection in a pool of still water. Since then, she had tried to cram as much meat down her throat as she could possibly manage and she had also spent two hours one afternoon fussing over her pelt. Despite these efforts, she had avoided her reflection like the plague. Only now did she feel brave enough to face her image and see if she'd made improvements.

Junior was met with disappointment. Her muzzle looked too long and what the hell was that thing on her lower lip? She leaned closer, squinting. It was a sore of some sort. Embarrassed, she pulled back and frowned, then focused on the body parts below her neck. Her fur looked a bit more smooth and glossy, yet it still draped over her lack of curves like shrunken leather. She looked slightly less bony, though there wasn't a curve in sight; she was all sharp angles. If anything, she felt even uglier than before.

Angrily, Junior smacked the water with a paw and turned away, trotting through the forest and fighting tears. She couldn't help but compare herself to her sisters and berate herself for not being as pretty as them. They were lean too, yet curvy all the same, more willowy than gangly. At least, that's how Junior thought of them and why she inwardly berated her own homely, lanky build.

Thinking about Ty made Junior realize she still hadn't seen any sign of her sister since their fight. She stopped abruptly, staring thoughtfully into the distance. I bet she went to see mom... or maybe dad... she thought, biting her lip and unknowingly worsening the blister there.