Jade Fern Grove the phonograph that plays your favorite albums back

Anybody welcome, though be warned if you're not apart of the forming Jade Fern Grove pack, ooo~

Eagerly, he played through the grove alone. Of course, he had ditched his siblings somewhere at some time ago. It had been a fleeting attempt to follow after someone who was skirting by and Pasha had lost them long ago too. He was finding that he quite liked this place a little better than the mountains, and maybe that was because of the easy freedom he had to explore and learn, and of course, grow.

Here, he didn't have to worry about going off some rocky ledge his parents warned him about. Here, he didn't really worry about being corralled even though that happened still. No, the world was his oyster and he was content to play, play, play. He hopped on the log of a fallen tree of generations past, still not quite heavy enough to push in the soggy rot that rested on top of it. And he drew in the smell of the musty wood, interested in it as long as it took him to get over it.

Especially when he found the toad sitting at the other end of the log, eyeing him just as much as he eyed it at first. He thought it was simply another part of the mossy log, but it moved the moment he moved to investigate it. With a yip and a start, he pounced after it, every fiber of his being projecting WHAT ARE YOU.

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