Heron Lake Plateau And I've got the sides and all the corners- but there's a space

Set May 28

After a small spattering of rain, the dusty slops leading down the plateau toward the borders had become just a titch slippery. Niamh, who was more used to simply barrelling down the slope, enjoying the amount of speed she could pick up with her long, spindly legs, had continued about her business the same way she always had, without taking into account that the grass was wet, and as a result, went tumbling arse over teakettle down the slope, spidery legs flailing as she tried once or twice to right herself before crumpling and continuing to roll down the rest of the slope. It wasn't a terribly graceful endeavour, and to add insult to injury, her momentum was finally halted by a burrdock bush. 

She sat up, and realized quickly that she'd done something to her right forepaw while rolling down the hill- she'd probably twisted it sideways in an attempt to stop herself, and grimaced. Her ankle was already starting to swell a bit, so she growled softly and licked at it, as though that would make things better. It was then, when she reached to lick her paw, that she realized she was in a burrdock bush- as the little round balls of velcro-like seed pods pulled free from the bush and stuck themselves instead, firmly into her fur. This was shit.

She removed herself from the bush, being careful to avoid stepping on her paw, with at least 30 burrdocks embedded in her fur. It did nothing to improve her attitude about not being able to walk, and slightly scorned, she glared back up the slope. She couldn't do a patrol now, not with one bum ankle- so all she could do was sit and try to pull all the damn burrdocks out of her beige fur.