Phoenix Maplewood [m] Who's that little mouse

Last post from me!

With an excited huff of agreement, Reek sprang to his feet in a less-than-gracefull manner. His legs still wobbled weakly from their most recent encounter, but eventually he shook himself stable and found proper footing in the loam. "I found a creek that passes through the eastern end of the wood," he suggested before playfully prodding his mate to rise as if he were a child who was promised a trip to Disneyland.

"From what I've seen, it's pretty shallow— but I haven't followed it up yet. So who knows?" It was worth a shot anyway. With the constant patrols and marking, Reek had spent little time getting acquainted with the interior of the Maplewood and it was about time he changed that. With one last playful nip to his mate's backside, Reek loped off into the woods— beckoning for his mate to follow.