Deepwood Weald Kaggik

Ariadne passed the tests with flying colors—except for her legs.

A little, she answered, looking down at them, but I have not moved them much. There was a thought picking at the back of her mind, warning and anticipating this part of her assessment. She moved her front right paw—her non-dominant one—easily, but when she tried to the left, a tremendous pain shot through her body. AYA!! she exclaimed in a howl, her voice an ugly sound. Her eyes watered, and she gritted her jaw as she looked up at them in agony. 

She had broken her leg.