Bramblepoint Swift and Voltaire

she wasn't a big fan of forested areas, not liking the feeling of being so enclosed and her muscles would seem to simply beg to be let stretch out and run the moment she knew she couldn't. nevertheless if one wanted to truly explore they would have to get used to all types of terrain- it wasn't really adventuring if you only stuck to what you were comfortable with. she had to admit though, there was definitely one benefit to letting her roaming paws carry her here- the place was laden with treats. strawberries and early blackberries provided sweet snacks for the golden girl and she took to them heartily, tongue swiping around her creamy muzzle and staining it pink with berry juices. however she was so focused on scavenging the fruits that she failed to notice the treacherous tendril snaking away from its clump of bramble until it had wound itself around her paw and with a start and an instinctive tug she'd find herself tripping and falling quite ungracefully and a "what th- FUCK" would fall from her jaws in a panicked shout. 

but no it didn't end there, as if luck had already bit her in the butt already she had tripped on a slope and so now she rolled down said slope- still too stunned to get a grip as she flailed to a dusty stop at the bottom. and oh just you fucking wait, there's more! because guess where she'd ended up- right in front of a dark pelted boy. scowling, she'd pick herself up off the ground and shake out her now pretty bedraggled honey coloured coat. now ali was never one to give in to feeling embarrassed so it always went one of two ways- her being a bit of a pissed off snarky bitch about it or just passing it off in a more good humoured way. lucky for him she leaned towards the latter and gave him a crooked smile. "well i certainly know how to make an entrance"