Emberflame Ridge You carry my fears as the heavens set fire

Pineneedles. Well, that didn't sound good. Yura imagined it similar to waking up on a sleeping limb, but where that sensation was always short lived, she wondered then if her new friend's may be permanent. Her legs were likely damaged by the fall, her injuries more internal given that she could see no outward wounds. 

She wondered then, how did one fix such trauma? "That would drive me crazy," she joked then, though her eyes betrayed her concern. Perhaps it was best to keep a positive outlook, for Yura did not want the girl to know what she suspected.

With her offer accepted, Yura's tail waved happily behind as she motioned for the other to lead the way. "Sounds good! I've never tried goat meat before - does it taste much like deer?" Between idle conversation, she walked close but not too close, ready to support if the girl were to stumble.

"I'm Yuralria, by the way. What's your name?"