Redhawk Caldera Macabre midnight.

The impact hurt, though not as much as the sharp teeth that sank deep into her tongue. Towhee’s second cry was muffled… by the blood flooding her mouth. She’d made enough kills in her life that it wasn’t exactly a novel experience, though it had never been her own. The pain was something else too, especially when she tried to move the pierced muscle.

Fuuuuuh, she swore, only it came out oozy and thick, like the red fluid spilling between her teeth.

Her tongue was not only bleeding profusely, it was swelling profusely too. Towhee parted her jaws and let it flop out of her mouth, then turned her attention to her leg. The whole thing throbbed. She groaned, pulling it gingerly toward her body as she arranged the other three underneath her, preparing to stand.

Before she could, her eyes snapped to a silhouette hovering nearby. She tried to say Cinar’s name, though nothing came out but some garbling noises. Somewhat unaware of this, she finished standing, her hind paw held off the ground momentarily. Only slowly did she let it take her weight. It hurt, though not bad enough that she couldn’t use it.

I, she began with a wince, shaking her head and switching to signing, -I fell on my fucking face.-

She had no idea if he would understand.