Womba the wombate was alone.
This was something that she wasn't used to. Even at the worst of times, she had Springer by her side. Her legs were killing her, and her head pounded until she saw stars. What had happened?
She decided to focus on her surroundings before bothering to sit up. She could feel cool grass brushing against her fur, so that was a good sign. However, it was much windier than normal, which brought an unusual chill into the air.
She managed to open her eyes and tried to locate the Sun, but the sky was covered by the leaves of trees much too tall. Another anomaly was the fact that the leaves looked… dead. Nothing like the bright green she was used to year round.
When she finally pulled herself together and sat up, she let out a loud hiss of pain. Her wings were killing her! She still managed to get in all fours again and shake her fur out