Sun Mote Copse came whiffling through the tulgey wood

Being the butt of the joke wasn't fun, but if it got her out of this situation then so be it. She was glad it hadn't been one of the adults to find her like this, they would probably gossip about her to her mum or something - 'cept Phox of course, he had kept her secret so very well so she much doubted he would tell her anything she didn't want to.

She snorted in response to Fig's comment. Whatd'you mean? It's like I'm back in the womb again. She replied in a joking tone. She felt one of the two align and grab her by the fur of her neck. Her eyes widened for a bit, thinking of her fiery locks being ripped out, but she kept her mouth shut about it. She closed them then, awaiting a sign to start struggling together with whoever was holding her (she suspected Sugar) but Fig, apparently, had a better plan.

She'd never been this close to a boy (or girl, for that matter), save for her own brother but he had brother-cooties, and she couldn't help but blush. It was probably the result of the embarrassing position she had found herself in, plus the close proximity to her goofy loonies, nothing else. She took a deep breath, then started struggling once again. She felt herself loosening, the branches that had trapped her now out of her way and extra support and strength provided by Sugar. She tumbled out at once, thinking only two things; "Oh fuck yes, I'm free" and "Oh fuck no, I hope I don't hit anything on my way out".