Broken Antler Fen the vorpal blade went snicker-snack!

The shouting voice made Sugar startle badly. With a hiccup, she lurched to her feet, her head whipping around so rapidly the bones in her neck creaked in protest. Her wide black eyes clapped on the figure of a coyote coming closer at a steady clip, looking and sounding quite put out with her. Judging by his words, she could hardly blame him. In her blind panic, she must've missed the scent markers entirely.

"I'm sorry!" she said, every muscle in her small body tensing as she prepared to scurry off his lands. Sugar bit back a moan when she realized she didn't know which direction to go. She could theoretically run in any direction and eventually find her way out but Sugar wanted to make the quickest possible exit. "Which way should I go?" she blurted stupidly.