Sawtooth Spire tangerine twist

don't mind at all! :D

This pattern also repeated itself, with the chipmunk peeking out of a hole and the fox calling to it softly just to see it retreat into the safe confines of its many-chambered burrow. "Come in to the out!" He squeaked, his encouragement lending his voice an even higher pitch. But the chipmunk did not hear him, or was not listening. He crossed his forelegs in a notably prim way as he waited once more.

The pack's caretaker joined him then, slipping in beside him quietly. Pingasut greeted him with a friendly smile and a wagging tail, responding at first to the question with a small shake of his narrow head. "Not hungering." He informed. "I wants him to play." He furrowed his brows, exhaling in a soft sigh. "He doos not wants to play."