Shout out to Patron Janell Gilders! Janell, thanks for suggesting the name "Lor." I love it! I hope you enjoy how it was used here!
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~ HARTH ~
Neither of the tigers seemed concerned about her pain. They certainly didn't pay much attention.
The tiger who'd found her, dumped her on her ass at the base of a narrow tree just feet from Sasha, and half-facing her. Harth tried to keep herself upright, but her body refused to listen, and she slumped to the side, her injured shoulder high as her entire body trembled.
Through the haze of pain, Harth stared at Sasha, pleading with her to look, to see her, to find hope. But now, seeing her from the front, it was clear that Sasha was either knocked out, or drugged.
What Harth had taken as Sasha looking down, perhaps keeping her eyes away from her captors so she wouldn't be seen to challenge them, was actually the slump of unconsciousness.
