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She'd retreated back up the coast after the incident with the boy, the shallow wound's he'd delivered in a most unfortunate position. They lined the underside of her muzzle, just out of reach of her tongue (she'd looked like an idiot trying to clean them), and now stank with the subtle reek of infection. The siren did not often resort to violence, but when she did it was rare that she was unsuccessful. This time was no different, but the boy's botched pin had her bothered. 

She'd settled a short distance from the ravine, perched beside a clear pool and awkwardly trying to clean her wounds. Her usual grace was abandoned in lieu of attempting to clean the gashes without wetting the rest of her, a venture in which she was somewhat successful.