Lost Creek Hollow Integral

Nunataq pulled herself up to her feet, wincing as she accidentally put weight of the injured foot. However, she hardly complained and other than taking a quick inspection of the offended limb. It was not the first time she had failed to coordinate her limbs, though these kind of mishaps had happened less frequently now that she was older. Treason was met with a non-chalant look, a shrug and a small wag of her tail, telling her that there was nothing to worry about. Maybe in not so quite many words.

Then the girl spent a minute or two staring intently in the direction, where the hare had fled, as if considering, whether she should resume the hunt, but admitted it to be a lost cause. She shot Treason an inquisitive look and then began to limp back to Lost Creek Hollow.

Another time maybe.

You can fade it out in your next post, if you wish? Thanks for the thread!