The grey female dropped her haunches to the wooden floor of the porch, her orbs survaying the area. The human sent was fading, along with the sent of her lost comrades. By this time, her shoulder was free of blood, and if anything remained, it was mere cuts now. Her heart aches for the sake of Timber and Rihanne. These were the two pets she kinew best, and she knew they still felt pain from the lose. Although she too felt the pain, she hadn't come to be as close with the humans as they had. A long sigh left her kissers as a breeze pushed her pelt about, loosening a bit of her winter coat and carying a few stray hairs away. Spring was coming. The cold snow was melting, and hopefully the natural time of new life would bring spirits up around the ranch.