Firefly Glen But you see, it's not me

Her body was hurting. The bramble had fiercely torn at her in a way both expected and annoying When Toad awoke that morning, she had wanted more than anything to push past the pain and begin hunting. She had wanted to fill the caches with nothing but groundhogs and chipmunks since those critters had been the most numerous. Instead, Toad found herself in pain and rather infuriated by her largely inability to move.

What made her angry was that she was not disabled. Toad had merely stumbled into some nasty blackberry thorns and then been entirely slave to the aftermath. The huntress was hardly one to be kept captive, however. She pushed herself up from her willow covered home and strode forth.

Toad occasionally felt mild but nasty pain in her side from where the thorns had dug into here the most. When it did, she voiced it with a vibrato, haa as though the feeling was funny to her. And as Toad moved she came upon a sandy, odd eyed wolf that she immediately made a chuff at.