It's Just a flesh wound!

The Archer-Lyall was struggling with feeling like she belonged. There was so much change going on all around her, and she felt left behind, abandoned like some old pinecone a pup was done chewing on. The lack of sleep certainly didn’t help with those feelings, she just wasn’t sure there was anything she could really do other than try to sleep. With that in mind, she had dug a small hollow between her lavender and peppermint, hoping the scent of the herbs would do something to alleviate the emotional unrest she was currently feeling. The end result however, was Sedna laying in the middle of her garden, eyes open and crossed after a bee decided her nose was a good place to take a break from flying. A despondent sigh left her lips, covered by the RAWK of Chips summoning her back to the den. She hadn’t been expecting company...

She stood, the movement enough to send the bee on it’s way before she shook the dust from her coat. There was a yellow rear poking out of the entrance of her den. Well that was going to be amusing... this time of day, Otis was usually having a nap out of the sun, and he had a habit of hissing and spitting at anyone that dared disturb him. The smell of blood wouldn’t help. "Naiche, innit?" She asked casually, waiting to see if he would beat a hasty retreat from the den pursued by opossum, or if he had been quiet enough to leave her companion asleep. A quick glance told her she was probably going to need his dexterous fingers regardless.

"speech".