The Sunspire slowing down (long time coming)

Wisteria managed to hook a milk tooth under a portion of the wrapped reeds and was nearly able to peel one away when Rannoch's stern voice made her ears swing back. She peered up at his leather nose from the corner of her periphery, half defiant and half submissive. "Bed duh, fa?" she intoned even as her muzzle slowly trailed down the tightly bound length of her splint. It still sucked.

With a scrabble of her hind paws, Wisp extracted herself from her parent's hold and hobbled forward, only to wrinkle her muzzle and nip with frustration at the cast keeping her broken leg stiff. The softest of growls tumbled from her throat as she staggered into Rannoch's shoulder and gave her bound leg a shake.