Sun Mote Copse Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme

It seemed no one was fully paying attention to her. Good, she thought to herself with glee. For her backpedal tumble—oh, no! Plucked like a prize from one of those damn Dave & Busters games, she was deposited alongside Primrose and Alyx. She looked left and right with a huff, and garbled far less intelligibly than her brother, arbarwrit yxs os, translated to, I am busting out of this joint. 

And then she darted ahead, full speed, heading out. A little too quickly, given there was an adult-wolf sized  blockade there. Q stopped and stared indignantly up at their visitor, displeased. AAAAAHHHHHHH! She bellowed, expecting to be obeyed STAT.