Blacktail Deer Plateau we must talk about our problems

her sullen solitude does not last long -- blixen doesn't look up at the sound of approach, muttering "go ahead and get it over with." only when the stranger speaks does she finally look over, taking in the visage of -- a really cute girl. 

she quickly shifts, tucking her paws up almost in a loaf, except for the injured pathetically sprawled in front of her. "yeah," she says, not wanting to appear weak, but sheepishly has to add, "-- well, no. i'm lost, i don't know where my friend is, my head really hurts and i think i sprained my ankle running in the forest over there." the words come out in a rush, her skin flushing deeper with embarrassment with each one added. some great shilkru you got there, heda, gets lost and hurts herself trying to track down a natrona. that she may or may not still be in love with. 

groaning, blix covers her snout with her good paw and looks away.