Emberwood No one's here? Good.

Grace hadn't fully realized how badly it hurt until she'd taken her weight off of it. The unwinding muscles were screaming through the fiery pain, and a strangled whimper escaped her throat. She yelped as Spring and Laika poked at her leg, ears still pinned back to her skull. The white females anxiety didn't help her own, and she was very afraid shed hurt her leg more. 
      "I-Ive never hunted big game before, I was never allowed, only small things."
Apparently it was to much for her leg. But when Spring put the mud on her leg and it started to cool, the red and black yearling just couldn't help a small sigh of relief. Already it started to feel better, though she knew shed be hurting for a few days yet.