Kintla Flatlands and never thought you'd wind up chasing me

she squeezed, sucking in air and expelling it in the damp fox-den. the cramped quarters were anything but generous, and starling struggled to keep her head low enough not to scrape the root-riddled ceiling. maybe this was a sign she had lost her princessly figure -- she had splurging on rabbit lately..

with a sway of her haunches she tried to push herself out by digging her hind legs into the ground and pushing back, but it was evident she was firmly lodged into place. her ears flew back when she heard a muffled laugh behind her - hey!! who dared laugh at her?

the laugh renewed another vigorous attempt to set herself free -- whoever laughed deserved a royal lashing. her anger was somewhat mollified as the unseen wolf asked if she needed assistance.

in her most composed (read:pompous git) tone she reply smoothly, her well-groomed answer suggesting a smug superiority despite the fact she was the idiot who had managed to get herself properly stuck. "oh no, i'm not stuck, just looking for food." she replied without missing a beat.