Blossom
Frightened, Blossom sprinted and as she doesn't have the equilibrium of a she-wolf with both wings, tripped when she tried to jump over a moss covered boulder. She spat out dirt, moss and other leafy greens that shouldn't have been in her mouth, already forgetting that she was running for her life not a few a seconds before. "Gross."
Great, I just had to trip... She picked herself off the ground, her wing already aching from the tumble. She stretched it gingerly and tried not to whine when she she flexed it. She sat and began to sniff it from where it was attached to the tip of her shoulders and all the way to the tip of her wingspan.... Oh, what a relief it's not broken. Her wing had always been her Achilles' heel so it was perfectly natural that she was more attentive to it than the rest of her limbs.