trees make the worst frenemies, they’re too good at throwing shade

So… maybe she hadn’t meant to get them this lost, but it was another opportunity for a lesson, right? Each of the younger wolves that trailed along with her had their own reaction to their predicament, the crowding trees and the creepy fog, the twisty turny deer paths that closed in further to become little more than rabbit runs. The atmosphere was positively claustrophobic, and for a wolf as large as Modesty, well, she wanted to get the sky back open above her as soon as possible. “Alright,” she sighed, forcing a confident smile onto her lips as if this had been her plan all along. “how do you suppose we find our way back to the cedar trees and the waterfall that will lead us home?” She knew they had two options, she supposed three, since most of them had birds to rely on, and Deluge had a spare she could loan to her brother. But what way would the children want to go about it?

“Speech.”