February 10, 2022, 07:20 PM
Morning saw the young man buried in foliage, attempting to extract his fur and paws from the grasping grip of brushes and briars and leaves. Eventually, sheer strength won out, and he pulled the bush and foliage free of the earth, stumbling forward a few steps, then carrying on with a short whuff of a noise.
He rambled forward, head down, sniffing at every inch of ground he could manage to find that wasn’t thorny, snuffling and snorting and carrying on as the sun peered through the trees to warm his fur.
He rambled forward, head down, sniffing at every inch of ground he could manage to find that wasn’t thorny, snuffling and snorting and carrying on as the sun peered through the trees to warm his fur.