I'm So HYPPERR

The tiny female's chest heaved with every huff, her fur matted and her blue violet eyes glazed over. She had been badly sick, unable to eat or drink much. Right at the moment, Lyria's thoughts were not on her next fight. She needed to eat, and get strong again. Not even the muck on the ground bothered her, the tiny wolf pulling her paws with all the force she could. At the moment, there was no way she could win a fight. No, she would lose miserably. Turning her monochrome head, her gaze caught something quite strange. A bird of some sort on a tree. Was there a way she could catch it?

Lyria stumbled over, trying to figure out a way to get the bird out of the tree. It was a little too high up for the miniature creature, and she wasn't sure about trying to jump. She would fall back in the muck, and it would be difficult to get back out. With a snort, she turned away, about to leave.

She'd find food somewhere else.