Inkness shifted back when she felt something lodged into her flesh, her yowl chaning into a pained shriek. She grasped at the arrow and tried to run, tripping over a tree root and falling onto her side out where she could be seen. She looked up warily, anger and pain clearly etched upon her face. She snarled and tried to curl into a ball. She growled when the movement disturbed the arrow where it was stuck next to her right shoulder blade.