Tormented Tarns Living like life's going out of style

Ow... ow, ow, OW! Fox complained with mounting intensity, shaking her paw as if to snuff the growing flame beneath her skin. Belatedly she registered the sound of her own name. Huh. Someone was calling for her.

What - Her voice broke into a growling yelp as the pain turned sharp. Foxglove found the presence of mind to stumble away from the tree, further out into the open, but each time she opened her mouth to speak she failed. Her paw — it hurt so much. She shook it again, desperate whines spilling from her throat, and forgot all about whoever had called her name.