Blackfeather Woods if I had a voice, I would sing

she squeezes her eyes shut, blinking them open to find the bird missing and only the canyon stretching down before her. her hackles flare, and she feels horribly sick a moment but unwilling to shift a bone in her body. and then - a flicker of movement, there for only an instant, but she knows what it is. somehow, it strengthens her. 

she fills her lungs, and twists up to regard the two wolves above them - none of which are her mother, which is relieving and worrying. she hears the woman's question, and is quick to answer before the boy can. the adrenaline is doing its job, and the initial white-hot pain is dulled considerably. "it's - hanging. wrong." she says, resolve building. 

they've not fallen as far as she'd originally thought, and the fact boldens her slightly. "I'm ok. we can climb." she ascertains, though not at all certain of it, she's beyond eager to get up.