bone spurs aren't cool yo

Morte knew she wasn't supposed to stray far from the den, but she hadn't! She just wanted to go to the river and see if there were any rocks that she could bring home for her collection. She loved black rocks. Shiny rocks, dull rocks, point rocks, it didn't matter. She'd been told that the river could have black river rocks if she were so lucky.

Unfortunately, she wouldn't be so lucky as to make it to the river. Morte cried out in pain suddenly as her right forepaw shot off the ground quicker than it had been placed there. She hesitantly put weight on it only to hiss and hold it back up close her to body again. Well, three legs wasn't so bad. Except it was only a few hops on her other forelimb until she cried out again, this time the leg giving way underneath her from the pain. Morte fell onto her left shoulder with a whine, pulling her tiny legs close to her tiny body as real tears threatened to fall down her cheeks.

"Speech!"

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