Sun Mote Copse Sword of Damocles

@Towhee but the rest are welcome too.

It was a lazy afternoon for Wraen - she had been up before sunrise, hunting diligently, while the temperature was still bearable. Once the combined weight of sunlight and heat became too difficult to survive in comfortably, she returned to one of her hiding spots by the river and slept until she woke to see the shiny celestial object descending in the west. 

She yawned, she stretched and left her hiding place to have a stroll in the copse. In fact, she felt so good and her tolerance-meter for puppy mayhem in such a decent level, that she headed to the randevous site to see, how the younger generation of Firebirds was doing. And this moment of inner-calm, curiousity and pleasant expectation would be the last thing she would remember afterwards. 

Someone before her had either destroyed a hornets' nest or it had fallen from it's perch by one or another laws of mechanics and gravity. With it being a recent event, the angry insects were still swarming around the area, where the remnants of their home were. Wraen happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time, she registered the first very painful bite on her forehead, before hundreds of workers were attacking her viciously. 

Wraen yelped in pain, rolled on the ground, trying to get rid of the bugs that kept coming and coming, then she broke out in a run, but after few strides she tumbled to the ground limp and unconscious. Her face was swollen, eyes were squeezed shut and she struggled to breathe all the while hornets were circling around her and still biting. There was stench of urine around her, where she had soiled herself and little streams of drool were trickling down from the corners of her mouth.