Golden Glade coming undone (who am i?)

@Jhala & @Reek

All that she knew was pain.

The pounding of raindrops against the broad leaves of ferns, the screams of birds atop their perches — it all hurt. It had long since gone beyond an aching and had grown into a nauseating, head-pounding, heart racing throb which coursed steadily throughout her frame. She needed to rest, though there was nowhere to go where she would be safe from the outside. Her ears flat against her head, she wandered near a border which wasn't far from the river where she'd spent her first few nights.

She wanted to howl and have someone come to her aid, allowing her to lean on their shoulder as she limped along. But as she craned her head back and began to release her call, she was stopped by a stabbing in her skull, so painful that she could do nothing but buckle down onto her knees. Hopefully her screech had been enough, as she wasn't sure she would be able to call again.