Sun Mote Copse Yuve yuve yu.

Oh god that stung.  She'd whacked her muzzle good and wondered for a bit if she'd broken something in her poor nose.  But no.... it faded to a smarting, and she uncovered and sat up with a wince.

No, I'm fine, I'm fine. she said, the words coming out a little congested but reassuring.  Ow though.  What are those made of, rock?  No wonder it shook us off like nothin.  

She was disappointed, but that was nothing new.  Maia was adequate enough hunting alone, but big game in groups wasn't exactly her strong suit.  She usually managed to mess something up.

Standing, she took stock.  Her leg was a little sore too from where she'd fallen... not enough to affect movement too much, but enough that she might not want to go too far until the discomfort was gone.  Ugh.  

Towhee seemed to have gotten the worst out of the encounter, but insisted she was fine, which Maia totally wasn't going to argue with.  Look, Towhee kinda intimidated her.  A lot.  So she shook her head and gave her muzzle one last touch with her paw.  I'm gonna go find some water... sorry!

Without... really knowing why she apologized (maybe for the entire hunt just being a bit of a fail?) she cast a glance at Wraen to see if she would be coming, then headed towards the stream.