Tiberius
Trying to make the best out of his dwindling day, Tiberius idled away his time trying to make a snare trap. He knew that Blossom didn't like it when he trapped prey, but it wasn't like she had to watch when he ate it! Last time she practically guilt tripped him for a week for eating a rabbit, or "cute little bunny wunny" as she liked to call it. Well, she could survive off eating berries and nuts, but he needed something meaty once in a while. Fish would be preferable, but there wasn't any in this marsh they were in. Besides, going in the water made his fur smell, and that was something he could live without.
Strolling around their camp in a wider and wider radius, Tiberius tried to find the perfect branch for his trigger. It was always a tricky find. The branch had to be spry enough to bend without breaking, and yet strong enough to return to its original shape quickly once the trap went off. Finding what had to be the perfect limb, he triumphantly picked up a young blown over sapling in his mouth. Suddenly, his ears twitched. Something was near. Clanging and growls. Wolves who were yelling. A battle? Here? The whole reason they were in this marsh is because they thought no one else would want to be here! He had to tell Blossom.
Running through the undergrowth, Tiberius watched as the branch he was carrying connected with trees on either side of him at the same time, and he felt himself fly backwards. Stupid branch. Should have known that gap was too small to carry his prize through. A little dazed, Tiberius didn't think things quite through before he yelled to Blossom "Feathers! We gotta go! An army is comin'!" Realizing his error and hoping the battling wolves were to distracted to hear him, he ran back to camp to find his friend.