Deepwood Weald weird flex, but ok.

The crashing of a body through the green was easily discerned, even with her tiny ears and distracted, simple mind. The sounds reverberated through the trees in a way that disoriented the hungry giant and left her to slowly peer towards one section of the woodland or another, but never in the right place at the right time. As the wind swept through the canopy and caused the boughs to dance overhead, she looked there; when birds shrieked and fled from the crunching of the foliage to her right, she slowly, imperiously, drifted her attention that way. And when the wolf came crashing by her too close, so close, dangerously close -- she was startled, and with a grunt she reared back to give him space.