Third person pov
Daisy’s Christmas was officially the worst. First, the quadruplets’ unexpected kindness and plea for forgiveness had thrown her into an emotional whirlwind. Then, her attempt at finding peace and calm in the woods had ended with her dangling from a tree in a hunter’s snare, her paw aching with agonizing pain.
As she swayed gently in the wind, suspended high above the forest floor, annoyance flowed through her. This was not how she had imagined spending Christmas.
“Seriously?” she muttered to herself, her voice barely a whisper above the rustling leaves. “This is just fantastic. Absolutely brilliant. Trapped like an animal waiting to be killed.”
She tried to shift her weight, hoping to lessen the pressure on her trapped paw, but the basket only creaked. The rope bit dee
