Emberwood No one's here? Good.

"I-I thought I could do it... I-It wont h-happen again."
Grace mumbled defeatedly, shutting her eyes and whimpering slightly. She was ashamed of herself for not knowing her limits, but her anger towards her kin just seemed to grow. THEY did this to her. Her brothers, father. THEY were the reason she couldn't have a normal life.... And she HATED them for it. She barely felt her burning, aching hip anymore, nor the coolness of the mud plastering her fur to her leg. She barely cared, either, not past the upset haze that'd settled over her mind. She'd assumed hunting the deer would be the same as running down a beaver, something her leg could handle. The fawn had been an easy enough task, tiring but draining. It was the doe that'd been too much for her leg to handle. Oh well....