Emberwood No one's here? Good.

Grace stumbled to a halt, unaware of the eyes on her and confused as to why Spring had stopped. She dropped her part of the doe, pinning her floppy ears and crouching, fear spiking out her pelt as the she wolf came towards her. Had she done something wrong? Her golden eyes started to panic until she realized Spring was trying to help. Shivering anxiously and starting to pant in both fear and pain, the yearling nodded wordlessly. Now that she was already half down, she couldn't stop herself from flopping onto her right side. Her hip was burning hot, inflamed, and even Grace knew if she kept pushing herself that her leg could get worse. Her pelt, too, was hot, from both embarrassment and from the effort she'd expelled in todays adventure.