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

It seemed like the other wolves were getting worried, and Sakana was just confused. Sure they'd got a bit turned about, but the woods had to end somewhere right? He moved a short distance away from the group to do as Modesty had suggested and see what way his pee rolled but it just kinda sat there, in a sad puddle. Were they supposed to dig their way out then?

His head canted as he considered this conundrum, he could hear the tree cracking and creaking as Deluge made her way down (he wondered if she'd be bleeding after contending with all those thorns but he couldn't smell any blood). Something else broke through the canopy and landed on a branch just ahead. He knew that white head and chest on the coppery coloured bird. “'S Moo!” he called the attention of the other wolves gathered, thinking Warrimoo far too much a mouthful. The bird seemed to hop between the branches in a particular direction before breaking through the canopy again and landing a few trees further down. “Looks like he's found a way.”

“Speech”