Cashing in my bad luck

The leaders voice was sharp and while the Archer-Lyall didn’t flinch, she did allow her head to slide a few inches lower, her tail curving closer to the ground as she cringed ever so slightly. When he put it like that, well... "Yessir,".

There wasn’t a lot she could say to defend the actions of her assailant. But even she understood this was bigger than just a few scratches. "Or unprovoked as far as I could tell, it was dark, coulda been a case of mistaken identity...” She accentuated the statement with a shrug, “Not tryin’ ter make excuses, but it’s just a scratch, I’ll be fine in a couple o’ days. Nobody needs ter make a big deal on my account, I can handle myself.". The last was added with a grimace and a hint of stubborn sullenness. She was an adult now, but only just, and had always had a habit of overreaching.

"speech".