Dear God i hate you;
And everything you stand for;
But ever so sadly;
That makes me want you more;

Her frosty white mitts gently brushed across the grass, occasionally stomping upon a dandelion, the fairies flying everywhere and tickling her pads as she walked upon them - it was in one of these incidents that a thorn dug into her mitt as she jumped in glee, in the love of being alive, as came crashing back to the earth with a bang - talk about literally crashing back to reality.
Whimpering slightly, she sat, tenderly licking her mitt, and biting at the pad, attempting to get the rose thorn to come out, a bit of crimson liquid around it - another scar to join her collection, only this one was incidental.
"Goddamnit." she murmured under her breath - it wasn't really painful; she was numb to pain by now - but she couldn't walk on it, it just couldn't happen, so it had to be removed.
Letting her haunches roll to the right to rest upon the grass, she used her good front limb to move into a odd-looking laying down position, and rested her dial upon the grass, the dirty scents pleasuring her nares as she inhaled deeply, as though if she got enough breath in her lungs the thorn wold pop out.
Letting the breath leave her lungs, she half-closed her orbs, and stretched out her hind legs to be a bit more comfortable, before closing her orbs the rest of the way, her smooth leather dropping from her chops to pant, she thought back to the last time she had water - over 24 hours.
Making a personal note to drink something when she found a water source, she rolled her side, her dial resting upon her mitts, before yawning slightly and going into a half-sleep, her mind still on the alert, orbs still moving inside their sockets.