Sawtooth Spire i've heard about this frog, it's a very tiny frog, but it's also very special

with pealing giggles she scuttlebutted her way across the tree-clad terrain, in her mind really pulling down the clutch as she lolloped over roots like an overzealous filly and shimmied under logs that were too high for to jump without effectively clothes-lining herself. "noyounooooooodt!" she hallooed back, casting an arch grin over her shoulder, and while not watching where she was going fell into a boobytrap and was skewered on punji sticks. 
her features plied elfin as she modified the rules of the game and found an old wolverine holt (incidentally, abandoned and smelling nothing of its former tenant which would have drove her out in double quick time). going at his leisurely pace, phaedra slipped into the earth and laid on her belly before stag might see her, ears pinned flat against her skull as she waited for his white, praying mantis legs to voyage past her.
tricksy little hobbitses.