Asimona stumbled into the tunnel, the world spinning around her. Blood dripped and stained her silvery hide and pain laced her every movement. Whatever the moose had done to her, it wasn't sitting well. She couldn't even fly anymore, she felt so weak. She didn't know if that was from the poison or from blood loss. Either way, she was in a lot of pain and had a bunch of pretty bad wounds.
Before she knew it, her feet fell out from under her and slid to the ground, feeling something cold and wet touch her wounds. She tried to focus, but her head was spinning. As if to try and calm her down, she felt the chill around her grow colder and it soothed her torn skin and settled her mind a little bit. Enough to see where she was.
She was back in the tunnel where it all started, where she had hatched and played in the snow with Faelan. She was surrounded by ice and snow and cold. It felt so natural, so wonderful against her hot, wounded skin. She reached forward and dragged herself farther into the merciful chill, cringing as her body screamed in protest. She flopped into a deep bank and let herself sink into the snow. She let the weariness tug at her until she fell into an uneasy sleep.
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