Archer your best friend had just dragged you into the forest so he could run around and act a fool. You were sitting under a tree waiting for his werewolf zoomies to come to an end.

As Archer ran past you for the 20th time he tripped on a stick face planting into the floor. “Oww…” He whined rubbing his nose and staring at you with puppy eyes. “Did I break it?”