Bramblepoint a pathological disgrace

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Paschar was in forest once again, but this one was filled to the brink with thorny plants. Most were dead, but that only made them more brittle and likely to break off into his grey agouti fur. Every time he weaved his way under a log, something would stab him in his side and he'd grunt in frustration. It was times like these when feral showed himself without Char even realizing it. Not full out but more subtle than that, in the way that he walked and his brows were furrowed. Angry Paschar wasn't one to be messed with, though most of the time he was more scared than he was angry. Today seemed an exception.

He decided he'd take a break for a while and found himself a nice tree to rest under. From there he managed to calm down, and began grooming his soft plushy fur back to its former glory, removing sticks and bristles from his legs.

The shadowed woman had come across an interesting place, a violent place. Plants full of thorns twisted among the trees in a maze, their stalks riddled with thick, sharp points. Some of them became embedded within her inky fur after she had made the unwise decision to explore the area. Sakura whined softly, now desperate to find a clearing wherein she could remove some of the demonic thistles from her skin.

She found such a place, the brambles giving way to just enough space for one or two to sit, albeit uncomfortably. This tiny clearing was already occupied, however. The agouti male seemed to have gotten himself in the exact same predicament as she, leaving the she-wolf to question why they had each done this to themselves. She woofed softly at him, another whine issuing from her narrow throat.

Huh? Paschar whipped his head around when he heard a soft wolf, a thorn he'd just picked out still held between his pearly white teeth. What he saw standing at the edge of the hollow was a silky black furred woman, beautiful with cool blue eyes. Once again he found himself in the company of a beautiful woman, it was just his luck. Hey pffftts- He started to greet her but had forgotten about the thorn in his mouth and he'd almost swallowed it. In a quick wide eyed motion, the boy spat it out, licking around his mouth to remove the taste.

After an awkward of spitting out brambles, the agouti child looked back up to the sleek furred woman and gave her a sheepish smile. Sorry bout that. He said, his plushy tail swishing side to side across the ground.

In spite of the needling pain with which the thorns were assaulting her, she looked at him and giggled quietly, pale eyes squinting like a tickled little girl's. She didn't mean to make light of his predicament, but his wild spitting of the bramble from his maw was adorable. 

Oh, it's okay, she attempted to assure him, her silky tail wagging at her heels. Gingerly she sat down before him, aware with a tinge of shame that there were thorns lodged in her tail and hindquarters. Those could be dealt with later. She was more concerned about the handsome male with those striking heterochromatic eyes.

Do... Do you need help, maybe? she asked, her tone gentle and sweet.