Dawnlark Plains a little wrinkle in time, make you pull the iron out

a string of profanities unleashed from chani as she picked herself up from slamming hard into the packed snow of the melting plains.
she had been attempting to employ hunting techniques imparted to her by theo, but it had gone poorly. now the hare ran far ahead and her shoulder hurt. the girl snorted, rolling her eyes harshly and whirling for home.