Say Something... Please

As Meadow mashed things into her wound, a little of Aslas fire returned. She growled, lips curling back. "That hurts." She wasn't growing at Meadow, just at the pain. She knew that Meadow was doing her best. It was when the healer began stitching the wounds together that she really got huffing and puffing. Naiches discomfort wasn't worth this. Next time she'd drag him along to kill something smaller.

Her father soon arrived and she could see his displeasure. "We got attacked by a lion," she said. Same thing she had told Az and no one would know otherwise. "We're okay though. I got it good. It won't be coming back." She was sure of that.

Looking over to Meadow, she asked, "Is there water? I'm really thirsty." She was also dizzy and all kinds of sore, but thirst was a problem that was easily solved.