Baby it's cold outside [Sorrel]

Freya growled and adjusted her grip upon the branch, clamping down on it hard. One… two… threeeeee She counted to herself pulling back upon three and heard a satisfying crack. Still the stubborn thing refused to sever fully. Shifting her weight forwards again she began the countdown in her head again. Just as she was reaching three this time the sound of a voice behind her reached her but it was too late. With a loud crack the branch came free and suddenly all the weight she had shifted backwards had no anchor.

Her back hit the ground with an audible thud and a squeak and the golden girl found herself staring up at the sky. Emeralds blinked and she lay there for a moment, front paws tucked against her chest and her breath slowly starting to return to normal. Then, slowly, Freya tipped her head back. The first thing she saw was an owl sitting in a tree, then as she pressed her skull into the ground the wolf came into view. "Ah, hai." She mumbled through the branch still firmly in her mouth.