Redtail Rise To the Bone

Masque managed to straighten their frame into a sphinx pose, dark spots obscuring the day-lit greenery around them. They went totally still until the phrenospasm passed, then gingerly planted their forepaws into the dirt and pressed upright into a seated position. They still felt lightheaded, especially when they looked up at the approaching Lilia.

I think so, they replied slowly, blinking hard every few seconds to restore their vision. I tried to chase a rabbit but my eyes went dark and I tripped. I’m still dizzy and I think—

Rather than finish their sentence, Masquerade tentatively crooked out their right foreleg and carefully swiveled their head to look down at their elbow. They’d landed on it, scraping it badly. The flesh was torn and bloody. There were other places on their body which twinged from the fall, though this was certainly the tenderest spot.

Glancing up at Lilia again, they licked their lips and said, It’s just a scratch. I should probably clean it, but Masque still felt a little unsteady in their own body.

I’ll look it up and give it a listen!