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the sting of the coyote's bite feels tenfold as the adrenaline begins to wean itself from her system and she winces, shifting her weight to her non-injured leg.

it is jr's first real injury; deeper than any bites left behind by sable when they play fought as young(er) children.

her shame is souring any feelings of pride at having had her first real fight and it is a struggle for her to accept the boop the burnished woman offers her; trapped in her own woe-is-me self pity party.

but she does.

and she allows the tending of her wounds, wondering all the while if they will scar; secretly ( or perhaps not so secretly ) wishing they do.