[There's a whine. A very unhappy whine, in fact, because ow that hurt. But she also isn't necessarily all that verbal in this form. Thankfully because the arrow is dulled it doesn't actually dig and do some damage, but there's a very pitiful puppy sound as she plops down on the ground and tries to lick at the bruise to soothe it.
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Why, Kimberly, she thought they were friends.]