Bramblepoint Apple Trap

Poor Toad D:

A homebody though she was, Lyra was making more of an effort these days to patrol further out from Moonspear's territory, knowing Osiris' plan to expand their empire to the Glen. She was proud of her nephew, and was pleased to see Hydra's ultimate plan starting to blossom. Her son would make a fantastic leader; a perfect mix of his mother's ambition and his father's level-headedness.

Today had her wandering out just past the Glen into the thick, tangled foliage of Bramblepoint, on the look out for potential threats that could be a danger to either Moonspear or her nephew's pack. Turns out, the forest itself was the danger.

The woeful sounding howl that rang out caused Lyra's ears to prick and swivel, and she took off a steady trot towards the source, curious. Somewhere in the distance, she heard the pattering of a doe's panicked sprint through the undergrowth, though she did not let it distract her.

On arriving upon the scene, Lyra's usually passive features curled ever so slightly into an amused smile. What a pitiful sight. "Toad Amelia, what have you done to yourself?" she inquired light-heartedly, in no particular rush to get to the poor girl's side despite her painful-looking predicament. Instead, the Ostrega looked on in mild intrigue as she approached, noting the way her packmate's fur was pulled and twisted in amongst the brambles. This was going to take some time to sort out.