The snow had driven her further out beyond the pack lands than normal. The snow within the plains had buried any herbs she might have found there and the moor was more or less one large snow blanket. So she had moved east, though in retrospect perhaps it would have been better to head south. But she was here now and as the golden girl nosed at the shrubs she was optimistically hopeful. True it would have  been better if the new trees here were bigger, offering a better protection from the snow for the plants at their roots but the small grown here could offer some shelter.

With her rump in the air and her nose pushed firmly under a snow covered shrub the girl more than likely painted a somewhat amusing picture but she was too busy wrestling with a branch in her way. Her small body wriggled with each attempt to either pull the branch off or simply move it out of the way.   

 
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Sorrel Destruction-Gringoire Sorrel didn't often venture out though with herb stocks low and the pack still needing them it was pretty necessary that he actually got off his backside and collected herbs. He wanted to be a healer well this was part of the job. Funnily enough actually, he'd grown to find it wasn't all that bad either all this fear of getting out into the big wide world and sometimes it was exactly what he needed; an opportunity to escape the pack for a little while and the crowd within it. So far apart from Ellingham he'd not seen another soul on his little outings. Of course though life just had to go and ruin that for the poor boy. The sight of the girl perhaps would have been amusing to another, though Sorrel was far too serious to find the humour in the scenario all he could see from it was someone spoiling his isolation time. Of course Ellingham had completely ruined that in the first place though he was slowly getting used to the bird, this girl however no she certainly wasn't meant to be here. He stood there scowling as if perhaps he could simply make her vanish and then thought better of it, starting to move away just as Ellingham settled on a nearby tree. "Oh dear, is that wolf stuck? Do they need help Sorrel?" Now his scowl was directed towards the owl himself. Stupid bird.

 

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. 

 
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Sorrel Destruction-Gringoire The other wolf apparently hadn't heard the owl's words and continued to battle the stick within the bush. Had Sorrel been paying attention he would have realised this fact, would have stood chance of creeping away unnoticed by the stranger but as it stood, scowling at Ellingham he missed his chance and suddenly the next thing he knew there was a sound as she finally tumbled free from the bush and gave a rather muffled greeting. 'Now look what you've done' The look on his face seemed to read as he continued glaring up at Ellingham for a moment longer and then with a huff brought his attention round to the other. Though she perhaps had the reason to be uncomfortable, given the manner she had just fallen free into the company of others and yet Sorrel clearly was the one suffering the most in this moment. A sympathetic look crossed Ellingham's features though whether for the trouble he'd apparently gotten Sorrel into or simply apologising for the boy's behaviour it wasn't entirely clear. "Hello there." He greeted, breaking the gap of silence and prompting Sorrel to mind his manners. "Hello." Came the blunt response of Sorrel, the little prompt working to some degree though the lack of politeness still couldn't be helped.