Luhua was still tense and battle poised as she crept to the back of the male. Reaching out with a paw, she swatted it hard into his leg, hearing a pop, before doing the same on the other. (I totally winged that. x3) Growling, the sick female scrabbled her way to the ledge above the male, which led to her den. "Now, your legs are no longer locked. You can go, or you can see what happens if you don't." With that, she slipped into her den, tail-tip dissapearing last. That took the last strenght out of her as she collapsed in a heap on her den floor, breathing heavily from the short climb.
(Alright, bye!)
(Alright, bye!)









