The twigs poked her on all sides, and she felt tiny drips of blood on her pelt. Hardly hurt, but the pain was there. The branch was suddenly lifted up, and the canine wiggled out from beneath it. With a small whimper, she turned to face the animals that had helped her. "Thank you so much... but w-who are you?" she barked, noticing that the tornado had become less powerful than it had just been. Maybe it was starting to die down.
((Dixie is a rat terrier ^^))