The Sunspire she will rise above

As she clambored over the hill (which wasn't a hill at all, she was just so freakin' small and everything was nearly insurmountable to her), she managed to get her paws tangled in the reaching tendrils of some ferns. They blanketed much of the forest floor at this point and even under duress from the summer sun, there were enough withered plants left to cause havoc. She bumbled along until they snared her little feet, and suddenly she was going butt-over-head, somersaulting down an incline that any other wolf probably would've just avoided. Her tailbone connected with the dirt a moment later, and her raised tail was suddenly held against her exposed belly, but she didn't even have time to cry out before she was sliding again. When she stopped, she was back on her feet in a very small gulley and looking sheepishly around. She wasn't hurt (the fall itself took a few seconds and wasn't too hard on her), but she looked a bit stunned, as if the ground had suddenly decided to rise up and stop her from her adventure. How dare it!