Blackfeather Woods Another one

Titmouse could be an idiot sometimes. He probably wasn't aware of it, but his luck was incredibly good considering his sheer level of ineptitude. Take this situation for instance. Injured, alone, he constantly egged on his captor and didn't let anyone tend to him lest he was asleep, drugged, or otherwise indisposed. So when the stranger comes calling, he's right where he ought to be: a puddle of flesh and fur on the ground with his legs sprawling out from his thinning body, one wrapped in a strange mixture of gunk and tree bark (like a cast maybe), snoring away.