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Of course, Blixen doesn’t let it go. Her ears fall back against her head and she tries to shake her mind awake and get in front of the exhaustion. Slowly, she sits all the way up and even dares an attempt to stand on all fours. She doesn’t look any less tired than she had been, but her mind feels heavy while she struggles to catch up.
 
“It’s okay. It’s not worth it,” she tells her and shrugs her good shoulder. “It’s my ankle and some punctures on my shoulder.” Mallaidh turns and shows her, if Blixen wants to look for herself. Certainly, she’s had worse and she suspects at some point in her warrior career, she’ll get a lot worse. Fighting (if one would call it that) with her brother isn’t what she wants to talk about and they don’t need to be going after every wolf that has a problem with them. “I’m just really… really tired.”