twist my leg why don't you

She shouldn’t have slipped past Hattori’s notice, she knew she shouldn’t have as soon as she slipped into that crevice in the ground. What was done couldn’t be changed and now she lay here in the grass under her white trees, writhing in pain cradingling herself and her broken leg. She had zero doubt that it was broken, she could bear no weight. No an ounce, and that in itself was enough to know she needed to be seen. Iolaire, Seer’s sister, would surely come to her aid. She didn’t even know if she could trust her aunt anymore.

Odd the thoughts that ran through your head in a crisis. What would this do to the pack? Her hold was already so tentative, would the pack think less of her now that she was injured? Would she even be able to be repaired? Her thoughts were blessedly interrupted by the sound of an arrival, though she moved much slower than she thought possible, the break in her leg and the travel here sapped her energy.

By the time she managed to look up Hattori was crouched close beside her and his words were at her ears. At least she was safer in his presence. Venom took in a deep breath, but remained wordless. It was too much effort to try and explain and the young woman breathed quietly for a long moment before she could manage to say anything. ”Wasn’t.” She breathed, ”Followed.” Hopefully she might put him at ease slightly. She had wandered too far in the swamp and reaped the punishment for it.