[ When Peter moves away, Yan allows herself to lie in the grass where the hunter had abandoned Peter's coat. She flops onto her side in the puddle of soft leather so her injured foot can rest without anything touching the break. Part of her is determined to try and push herself back up, maybe to do something to help Peter with the bodies or the rabbit or— literally anything that doesn't involve lying uselessly on the ground.
Ugh, she hates this.
When Peter returns, she lifts her head slightly to sniff at the air, looking over at the rabbit with tired interest. He has a good point about her foot, but that also sounds like hell right now.
She gives a chittering bark of acknowledgment, then starts pushing herself up on her good paws, keeping her fourth leg curled close to her body. It's easier to hop around on three paws than it is one human foot, so she looks uncertainly at Peter, then sits back down with her tails fanned out behind her, her foot stuck out again. A quiet whine, and she looks down at her foot, then to Peter, trying to communicate wordlessly.
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Ugh, she hates this.
When Peter returns, she lifts her head slightly to sniff at the air, looking over at the rabbit with tired interest. He has a good point about her foot, but that also sounds like hell right now.
She gives a chittering bark of acknowledgment, then starts pushing herself up on her good paws, keeping her fourth leg curled close to her body. It's easier to hop around on three paws than it is one human foot, so she looks uncertainly at Peter, then sits back down with her tails fanned out behind her, her foot stuck out again. A quiet whine, and she looks down at her foot, then to Peter, trying to communicate wordlessly.
Can you help like this? ]