Sun Mote Copse came whiffling through the tulgey wood

So, his plan to stay out of the way didn't exactly work to plan. He both felt and heard the thunk on his temple from a paw or wrist when Nellie went stumbling backwards, followed almost instantaneously by the thwap of branches against his muzzle and across his eyes. Fig jerked his head away from the impact with a grunt, though remained rooted in place so as not to add his own lanky bulk to the pile that formed of Nellie and Sugar.

He blinked the pain out of his eyes as he gently extracated himself from the bush and turned to look at the two girls--one who was laughing and the other who might also have been laughing but I'm not sure yet. He couldn't help but crack a small smile at them. He winced as the corners of his lips quirked, though, and ran his tongue along his upper jaw to taste blood. It was only a small trickle spawned from a half inch cut across the bridge of his nose that he lifted his paw to brush away. He was more concerned with Nellie's answer to the are you hurt question than his own, so he stayed silent to hear it.