Most unfortunate

The day was growing late, and Raka had been searching for somewhere to lay her head when something most unfortunate had happened. Her elegant, long horns had gotten tangled in the gnarly branches of a low hanging tree. She attempted to tug her horns free when with an awful ‘ping’ one of her precious gems snapped off and went flying. Gasping, she jerked forward in the direction it had gotten. Forgetting, momentarily, about her predicament. She was wretched backwards and let out a pained yelp. 


She gave her horns a more delicate tug, wiggling her head every which way. But nothing seemed to help. She was well and truly stuck. Desperately, she scanned the forest floor in the hopes of finding her sentimental stone.