Neverwinter Forest A bad penny always turns up.

Uproot her was exactly what he did. She didn't even have a chance to say anything before her hind end was thrust up and over the side of the log, pulling her front half with it. She hit the ground with a thud, anger burning in her chest. He was supposed to grab the stupid thing while she held it down, not knock her over and risk it getting away. As soon as she was able, she jumped up to her feet and shook out her snowy fur. She sprinted around to the other side of the log and lifted up to set her front paws on the side. She wasn't going to jump on it again and have it crumble under her like last time; her front leg was still throbbing from the bleeding gash made by the dumb log the first time she fell through. Hopefully, this guy had managed to do something right and had caught the weasel in the time it took her to right herself and rejoin the hunt.