Redhawk Caldera Drive-thru

Though he wanted nothing to do with returning the den at this time, he was inexplicably irritated that his progress (however slow) was baffled by the sudden presence of the great mass of fur that was his father's tail. The boy did his best to plow through the fluff, but it tickled his nose and invaded his mouth, and soon his paws were working to push it away from his face rather than hauling his butt forward. By some fluke, he discovered he could free himself of the offending tail by changing direction, and soon he was on his way, this time a bit quicker, until he bumped into his father's haunch.

The boy let out a sigh as his legs sprawled out to either side, lending him the appearance of roadkill. He was going to go no further if he had to work so hard to do it.