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She slams it pretty hard and she can watch it sway where it stands. She knows she has it now. It snaps at her one more time and manages to catch her back ankle as it had the front, but this time it's jaws seemed weaker and it looked like it was getting dizzy. She huffed a little bit catching her breath while it was stunned, and raised a leg for a final stop she hoped would crush its skull. She could see in its own eyes it knew it'd bit off more than it could chew, and she wasn't in the mood with bloody feet to be merciful. It was too late.

Fowl knows now that it's not safe to be here. The smell of blood must be starting to attract predators, and she looks around for a large leaf in order to tote the small thing along with her. She didn't know a thing about where they were, only that she was passing through to get some water and rest a while earlier. But she knew the way she'd come, and where home was. She knew a spot wherein she was traveling that looked like a good resting spot.

She shifted close to the confused, flustered little creature and nosed it onto the leaf. It didn't want to move at first, but once it was on the leaf, she promptly left it alone. She stood over it so that it was under her belly, and pulled the leaf by the stem in front of her for added protection, in case something else came near.

They continue along their path through the trees unhindered, and she could almost smell where the place was now. Time seemed to drag on and on, despite nothing of particular import happening thus far, but it just seemed like something was waiting around every corner. It made the fur on her neck rise a little bit, but she struggled to keep from moving too fast and accidentally tearing the leaf. Soon they would be to safety. At least, she continued to cling to this hope.

She regards for a while, letting the foxbun rest before decidedly standing to her feet. The wounds needed some treating, and all the excitement could have exacerbated it. She stretches and then cautiously pokes her head out of the thick roots, slipping by quietly to see if she could find someone.

A kimeti pair happened to be passing by, talking rather loudly, and she traced the sound with her ears, hopeful to catch up. She managed to get them into sight, and they turned at the sound of pounding hooves and panting breath to turn and look at her in alarm. "Pardon me," she panted, and then shook herself. "Do you happen to know where to find something good for helping to heal wounds? I found an injured foxbun."

They glanced at each other for a moment, and the buck spoke first. "I know," he answered with a nod. "It's often found on trees, growing along the side. Just look for a mushroom with a ruffled edge, and it's got spots of bright orange."

Fowl nodded thankful. "Oh goodness, thank you... I'll let you on your way now, sorry for the bother," she apologizes, and then darts off the path into the forest with the kin behind her watching and whispering in shock, still. Not far away, thankfully, was a tree with a group of mushrooms spiraling up its trunk, and the edges were ruffled and had orange spots. Unfortunately, there seemed to be a wall of thorns blocking the path. She winced and let out a puff of air. She hated thorns. "Okay, here I go," she mumbles, glancing down at the scabbing wolf bites on her ankles, warily. She rears up to deliver a first kick to clear a few, and squeals to herself as the first thorns n** into her skin.

She rears for another swing, and is glad she's at least alone for this endeavor, and not embarrassing herself... right? She pauses and glances around, wondering if the couple of kin she'd talked to earlier were passing by here, just out of curiosity. She seriously hopes not.

She thinks back on the foxbun resting under the tree roots, and powers through another kick, refusing to rest and concluding that if she were this far through the thorns, there would be no point in stopping. She let out another determined snort.

Almost there, she sees, and determines to power through the last bits of it as fast as she can. Every moment while she dallied fighting thorns counted! She slams the last of the thorns out of her way, full force, and is proud of her fast progress. She takes as many mushrooms as she can fit into her mouth, and can't wait to return back to the tree to give them to it to eat. Or did she mash them...? She took a few extra just in case, for experimentation.

Fowl glances up occasionally and can see that the foxbun is enjoying its time in the sun spot, the light reflecting off the tips of its fur. It's cute, she thinks, and likes that it seems to be relaxed enough while she works her magic. Hopefully she'll have this done in no time, and the little thing can be on its way to a fast recovery. So far today's events seem to have made it tired. Fowl concludes she'll hum to herself quietly while she works, and the foxbun flicks an ear at her while it seems to half doze.