Blacktail Deer Plateau Trust in me

Sorrel did as she was told once there was enough space between herself and Sunny for her neck to properly crane down. With her nose, she held the moss in place and found that if anything, it was numbing her face more than her ankle. But this was out of her range of communication so she simply huffed and tried to quiet the thought. Fine, thank you, she replied with only the slightest bit of annoyance. It wasn't directed toward Sunny, but rather derived from how funny she was sure she looked contorting herself in such a fashion. Nice wolves.