Heron Lake Plateau sherbet head

Tagging @Tegan!
*puts lucca into this situation literally just to use that husky photo*

Oh no. Ohhh no.

He was in deep shit now. Earlier that morning, the eternally hungry Blackthorn had been scouring the grove for apples. The fruits that grew here in the north-eastern side of the territory were unlike anything he had ever tasted and the boy had developed quite a palate for those little red suckers. The only problem being that they were up there and he was down here. The birds that flitted in and around the limbs of the trees taunted him with their shrill, playful cries while they feasted on the fruit. He had spent a great deal of time wandering the dense thicket, trying to find the perfect tree he could scale to reach the upper boughs.

Eventually, he found one, its low-lying branches making for a perfect step up, however that was as far as Lucca got in his plan. The first leg of his climb up the tree had been easy enough and supported his weight — the second was a different story. With a shockingly loud SNAP, the branch gave way and the boy fell with a terrified yelp. He landed heavily on the branch just below and felt the air be forced out of his lungs, leaving him wheezing.

He ended up draped over the thick bough with his legs dangling, toe tips only just brushing the ground. The Blackthorn boy wiggled a few times breathlessly, back legs peddling in the air as he tried to free himself, but it was in vain. This was his life now.