Broken Antler Fen Shy-Guy

Brandy's relief was obvious in the unwinding of her muscles, if not the exhalation of air in a sigh. She hadn't realized she'd been holding her breath, but there it was! Sebastian was far from mad, and Aduin obviously wasn't mad at her either. She kept pressed to Aduin's side, even as Sebastian looked him over. She wasn't sure if she could, but didn't really want to. The bronze and cream she-wolf was enjoying the contact and the smiles she was getting, tail wagging behind her.
            "Thank you Sebastian, I promise it won't happen again."
Of course, she meant no more asking others to climb. The stubborn she-wolf would, naturally, keep trying. She'd seen her mother do it before, though it'd looked like the hardest thing she'd ever had to do to get to the lowest branch. She hadn't went higher, and getting down was rough seeing as she had to jump. Not that any of that stopped the hyper young girl. As she was spoken to, she looked up at the black and white male. Hurt? No, she wasn't hurt?
                    "I'm fine, of course. I'm not the one that fell from a tree."
She'd completely forgotten about the cut above her eye, though it did sting. The crimson blood had soaked into her fur and crusted up by now, stopping the bleeding but clumping and dyeing the fur around her eyebrow. It looked worse than it really was, even if it was rather deep. So she gave Aduin a confused look, like she didn't understand why he'd asked. HE was the one who'd fallen from a tree! Her somersault attempt at a rescue was long forgotten, though it'd dazed her for a moment and stung like fury at first.