Blackfeather Woods if I had a voice, I would sing

she squeezed her eyes shut, unable to process the dozens of sensations and thoughts attempting to push their way into her head. most of which, however, were conveniantly blocked out by she flash of white-hot pain the came when she attempted to rise to her feet. suddenly dizzy, she sinks back down to a sitting position.

she swallows dryly, attempting desperately to ground herself and only barely succeeding, mostly due to the adrenaline. when she blinks open her eyes again, they're glassed over with angry tears. "we'll get in trouble," she hisses, but it's too late. Tundra's voice drifts down to them, and she bites her tongue. 

she's dizzy again, and her bravado is stretched to its limits. there's a visible bump by her left shoulder, and that forelimb hangs askew, but she can't bring herself to explain it aloud. the bird lands on the ledge, and her gaze falls to rest on him without really seeing him. she is aware, however, that she likes the sounds he makes.

for reference, her left shoulder is dislocated :)