I Got An Owie

Mæva limped back to the Avian Estuary where they'd made their base camp and where her father would be if he wasn't traveling. She hurt so bad! Mæva learned her lesson when it came to lions. Those were animals that were best avoided at all cost and in hindsight she knew it was better to run if at all possible. All things said she was lucky to escape with only the one injury. In her effort to make space for an escape the lion had grabbed her scruff the fangs piercing through her flesh. She was bleeding more than she ever had, the blood forming a sticky, itchy patch on the back of her neck by the time she'd arrived home.

Tipping back her head she called for her father then settled down on her belly in the grasses, trying to do her best not to cry.