Firefly Glen Or need an escape just because

Whoop.  She heard Bronco say something a moment too late and apparently, from the sound of it, had delivered him a faceful of dirt.  You aren't supposed to eat that, she said back, projecting a bit.  She could hear that the sound of his voice was muffled by the hole she was currently shoved into.  Hold on...

She turned in the small space and curled around, then slipped out of the opening she'd made. It was big enough right now for one (maybe two if they stacked) but she had been extending out the back into another section for... reasons.  Her mind flicked unintentionally to the plant, still wrapped in it's carrier.  She'd need to plant it soon or it would die, and she hadn't decided yet if she wanted to make a secondary burrow nearby or a secondary back entrance to her current work.  Poisons growing where she slept had positives and negatives.

What's up? She asked, flicking dust from her ears.