Otter Creek Loosy loosey goosey goosey

Crimson meandered down the trails. His steps slanting and zigging..though frankly he should have zagged. His body wracked with the shudders that had been present in his life since the pale ones had taken him under their tutelage. He snorted ever so often, and snickered to himself.

At one point he stopped moving to run around in circles chasing his tail, yipping and growling as he went, with a chuckle thrown in for good measure. He giggled and continued his walk, finally stopping at a nearby creek and laying down near it. he sniffed at it, and took a drink weakly. He was going to die soon if he wasn't careful, starve.