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Dinah;

With a glance up Ana acknowledged her presence, clicking a few times but making no effort at a verbal response. Bleeding, yes. She stretched out her wounded forelegs to show her sister what had happened. Then she gestured with her chin toward the rocks she'd fallen from.

The sea was a dangerous place. But Ana didn't mind so much. The blood was pretty. Her eyes found Dinah again, uncertain what to expect. Would she be angry? Sad? Or maybe she, too, would see the beauty in it. Like flowers.

After a time, her sister convinced her to go to one of their parents. Caracal, perhaps. Ana was subdued as she allowed her parent to tend to her, and spent the rest of the day sleeping.