Otter Creek the slowest spark is a breather

Thanks for the drive-by! I meant to say this earlier: you are an incredible writer. :o

The stranger said no more, walking past Honey Badger. The yearling turned, watching until her black backside disappeared from view. Muttering under her breath, she then took the chance to inspect her tail once more. Her nose wrinkled when she detected that slightly funky smell again. She grimaced, then slumped onto her side. Her yellow eyes closed and she just tried to breathe through the remaining pain. She would take a nap for a while, then get up and go find food soon... and maybe, just maybe, she would look for Saena too.