It was a only a matter of time until the white dove's attention was going to be drawn elsewhere, she only hadn't imagined another wolf slamming into her and causing a sharp yell of pain to shoot through her right hind leg. It seemed this situation wasn't seeing through for either of them, and in her moment of panic, the snowy fae blinked her lavender optics upwards to meet the brute as he spoke. Momentarily caught with her hind paw between roots she had attempted to free herself from previously.
A sharp yelp sounded out, though muffled quickly as the brute called out his apologies. The fae panicked for a moment, afraid the bump was an alarm set for attack, but instead she calmed herself, lavender optics turning at him as she attempted to flee like a prey animal, but instead she froze, the heavy smell of blood hitting her nostrils, her heavy heartbeat echoing in her auds that laid against her skull. "Oh monsieur it's alright, you only scarred me is all." She spoke out with a bit of ragged breath, wet ivory pelt was damp with the cold forests dew. "It's quite fine monsieur, you -- You're bleeding!" She spoke out with an angelic voice, French woven into the syllables. "I can help if you like, but... It seems I am now stuck." She spoke out a bit sheepishly, her vocals getting quieter as she attempted to tug her hock upwards away from the root. Watching the obsidian brute before her, she couldn't help but feel a bit embarrassed by both her reaction to their meeting, but also her current physical complication.
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