Poor Toad D:
A homebody though she was, Lyra was making more of an effort these days to patrol further out from Moonspear's territory, knowing Osiris' plan to expand their empire to the Glen. She was proud of her nephew, and was pleased to see Hydra's ultimate plan starting to blossom. Her son would make a fantastic leader; a perfect mix of his mother's ambition and his father's level-headedness.
Today had her wandering out just past the Glen into the thick, tangled foliage of Bramblepoint, on the look out for potential threats that could be a danger to either Moonspear or her nephew's pack. Turns out, the forest itself was the danger.
The woeful sounding howl that rang out caused Lyra's ears to prick and swivel, and she took off a steady trot towards the source, curious. Somewhere in the distance, she heard the pattering of a doe's panicked sprint through the undergrowth, though she did not let it distract her.
On arriving upon the scene, Lyra's usually passive features curled ever so slightly into an amused smile. What a pitiful sight.
"Toad Amelia, what have you done to yourself?" she inquired light-heartedly, in no particular rush to get to the poor girl's side despite her painful-looking predicament. Instead, the Ostrega looked on in mild intrigue as she approached, noting the way her packmate's fur was pulled and twisted in amongst the brambles. This was going to take some time to sort out.
:D
She continued her inspection of the tangle her former pack mate had gotten into, trying to figure out how to free her from the brambles while ensuring she got out of it with at least
some fur left still attached. Avoiding any deep lacerations to her form was also a concern; Lyra couldn't see if any of the thorns had wiggled their way through Toad's thick fur and if they were now poking into her skin.
The woman's jest was met with a small upwards twitch of the Ostrega's lips as she busied herself scrutinising the situation.
"I thought I heard one scampering away," she commented off-handedly, before moving forwards and carefully nosing around Toad's left hind leg, the only one still touching the earth. The other three limbs were left tied up in their own mess of spikes.
How fast were you running when you slammed into this bush? she thought in exasperation.
"Don't move too much," she then commanded, finally looking up. She didn't want her to become entangled any further. Lyra was only a medic, after all, she didn't exactly have much experience with...disentangling wolves from brambles.
"Where does it hurt most?"
Oof. She wished that deer had died on its "scampering away" with its swerving attitude and agile movements. Stupid. Scampering. Happy. Delicious deer.
Toad did not move much, as per Lyra's instruction. Uuuh,
she started, having some difficulty pinpointing exactly the source of heat that was the harshest. Her whole body seemed to feel hurt and stiff. She didn't want to move in all honesty. My foot, at the front on that side there,
she said, gesturing toward the right with her head.
Again, she thought of extracting the burrs from Gawain and felt herself like a giant burr in the fur of a great beast.