She hadn't really meant to rummage around this much. The Edge was still fairly new to the girl, and the majority of its hidden twists and turns were still uncharted as far as she was concerned. Still, in her attempt to spend her day inside the borders usefully, she was doing the best she could to navigate through a particularly dense grove; perhaps it would be a short cut to whatever loomed on the other side...Perhaps not.

Lyanna was getting a little tripped up, her paws crunching on a labyrinth of vines or - OUCH - roots that were buried beneath a mess of fallen leaves and other bits of random foliage on the forest floor. If she could just manage a few more steps past this low-hanging branch, then maybe she could free her paws some and - WHACK. She hadn't seen it coming, not at all. The branch was dead, hanging on by a few resilient fibers, and when she'd fumbled past, the very alive one that it had been wedging in an awkward position sprung free to undercut her clear across the bottom of her muzzle.

Oh no. This wasn't good. The stars she saw then as she attempted to blink the tears that were watering up in her eyes from the blow to her face were sooo bright. Was she...was she going to pass out? Gathering up every ounce of nerve she had, the girl sucked in a breath and barreled the rest of the way through the thicket before tripping and falling out of the other side into a soft patch of green grass. Disheveled, defeated, and possibly concussed, Lyanna - stunned as she was - just laid there with a number of twigs and leaves sticking out at all angles from her fur, unable to go any further.