Bramblepoint Apple Trap

:D

She continued her inspection of the tangle her former pack mate had gotten into, trying to figure out how to free her from the brambles while ensuring she got out of it with at least some fur left still attached. Avoiding any deep lacerations to her form was also a concern; Lyra couldn't see if any of the thorns had wiggled their way through Toad's thick fur and if they were now poking into her skin.

The woman's jest was met with a small upwards twitch of the Ostrega's lips as she busied herself scrutinising the situation. "I thought I heard one scampering away," she commented off-handedly, before moving forwards and carefully nosing around Toad's left hind leg, the only one still touching the earth. The other three limbs were left tied up in their own mess of spikes. How fast were you running when you slammed into this bush? she thought in exasperation.

"Don't move too much," she then commanded, finally looking up. She didn't want her to become entangled any further. Lyra was only a medic, after all, she didn't exactly have much experience with...disentangling wolves from brambles. "Where does it hurt most?"