Redhawk Caldera Ten things you didn't know

rolled and got a fractured radius.

She watched as Reyes stalked away, disappearing out of sight. She wished she could send curses after him, but she was quite frankly, in shock and too weakened by the injury to her forelimb. From the puncture wounds left behind by his teeth and to her ankle, her leg had swollen up quite a bit, and the skin felt hot and stretched. She'd sank to the ground and now set to cleaning the wound, but became more and more aware of the fact that she couldn't move her ankle. It felt like a hunk of ice, from the bite mark down- and while she wasn't really educated enough to have made a well-founded guess, she was correct in assuming that this meant that something was wrong with the bone in her leg. 

His assumption was totally valid- most often when Niamh was in pain, she pushed others away- but then again, in those situations, she often come off as the victor. This time, she felt wronged- and there was nothing Niamh hated more than injustice. So when Phox appeared she whimpered, and immediately felt ashamed of herself for having made such a pathetic sound. Her eyes were glassy and wild. "He's broken it," She said shakily, indicating the leg Reyes had obviously bitten. She felt dizzy just looking at it- but she had to keep herself together. She could only hope that Eljay would come soon- a broken leg could mean the end of her, if she couldn't hunt, patrol or fight. 

"Reyes- Phox, it was Reyes." She said urgently. "He- oh Phox," She said, as she tensed, and shuddered. Something in her stomach felt restless, uneasy. She felt a rippling feeling in her abdomen. "Oh Phox, our pups," She cried as she curled up tighter, listlessly dragging her wounded forelimb across the bloody snow as she sought to squeeze out her pain by curling into a little ball.