Bramblepoint Apple Trap

Anyone; I rolled real bad :/

Toad didn't see the appeal of apples. They were hard and sour, and half the time there were worms in them. They were extremely useful, however, for exactly one purpose: hunting.

Early in the afternoon she had left the Glen for the forest. Though she hadn't been planning on hunting, the opportunity was too good to pass up when she had found it. She regretted not bringing any other hunters with her from Moonspear or the Glen, but it was too late now.

She sat in the brush watching an apparently innocuous grove of crab apple trees, heavy with fruit. Many were on the ground, partially alcoholic from the natural fermentation process. A small doe had wandered into the patch, unaware of the wolf's presence. Twenty minutes went by before Toad felt she might be in striking distance. She launched herself at the animal.

The doe called out an alarm as it bounded away from her. Toad gave chase, her powerful legs pushing her forward at a surprisingly fast pace for her size. Abruptly, the doe changed direction. Toad lost her footing, unable to keep up with the agile animal. She was sent flying into a tangled mess of blackberry bramble.

OWOWOW WHYYY noooo.. Shit.
She felt her fur twist up into the thicket's nasty thorns. Two of her feet felt very hot, and pain followed. She was stuck. The thorns were everywhere. Fuuuuck seriously? Now what?

Several grumbles and painful groans went by before she started making a very pained howling noise, hoping that someone might hear and assist her.