Bramblepoint Apple Trap

Lyra to the rescue!

Normally Toad wasn't one to complain. She hadn't had a hard life, but she'd seen her fair share of mishaps. She had at least seen enough to know when she needed to call for help, and this was definitely one of those times. As her wails rang through the woods, she hoped that someone, anyone, might hear her. She knew that the wolves of Firefly Glen were busy patrolling and forming the borders, but maybe she would get lucky and someone would stray to the southern areas.

Of course, who other than Lyra to find her in a sideways mess of her own making. Toad laughed sheepishly, but the thorns poked her when she did and she winced with an, Ow! Ow. Since the brown wolf's fur had thickened considerably for winter, it meant that the bramble was caught in the undercoat and difficult to remove. The worst of the actual pain was in her front right foot which had a large and dry thorn jammed between two toes, but it was impossible to see within the tangle the foot itself was in.

I blame the deer, she joked, forcing a smile. She could at least turn her head and was thankful that she had been running at an angle such that her eyes weren't taken out. Her left back foot was the only one touching the ground, but had very little actual weight on it, so suspended was she within the thorny wall.