The Tangle Blame it all on yourself

Im just chucking Metis at every puppy in the taiga it seems

When she woke up, she immediately exited the den shed created in the snow with a sudden upwards explosion. It still clung to her even now, as she moved with sinewy grace through the tangled brambles.

She was lucky she was short. Had Metis been any taller, she would have probably run face first into the brambles above her head as she used the narrow paths.

Even now, they raked through her tundran coat.

Didnt stop her though! She carried on with her nose to the floor.