Jade Fern Grove The Rime of the Ancient Mariner

Today Spring had decided to go on a nice, peaceful, long walk.  She pushed through the cold underbrush.  One thing she did not expect to see was a small fluffy white wolf stuck in some bracken fern.  She could see the wolf's head weaving through the ferns.  Spring chuffed a laugh.  Then padded into the large patch of ferns the white wolf had gotten stuck in to help, as the wolf looked kinda stuck.  A few feet away from him, Spring paused and then yipped with a slight smile.  "You need any help?  You seem to be stuckish."