Jade Fern Grove a thousand teeth

she decides that, given the circumstances, the best bet is to fall motionless. she stills and glances up just in time to see the immidiate aftermath of the kill; grin lights her features then. "good catch!" despite the blood beginning to ooze around one particularly nasty prick in her hock, her voice is cheery. he closes the distance between them, and his worry is apparent. her brow furrows as the huntress peers at the mess of snow and thorn she'd throw herself in the middle of, and contemplative hum leaves her throat. "yeah, I think" Dawn considers a moment the merrits of untangling herself or simply pushing her way out of her predicament, the latter seems to promise a little more hurt. she makes up her mind and lunges toward what seems the path of least resistance, and after a brief moment of struggle and painful prods she stands clear, though her thorns stick in her pelt and, here and there, inflict wounds that sting like wasps. perhaps worst off than if she'd taken the time to untangle herself, but less time lost, surely. much like ripping off a band-aid, if she'd known what that was.