Horizon Ridge pollen season

“Go away,” he growled, “Leave me alone.” Why could the others not see that was what he wanted? They were constantly trying so hard to make him into something he was not. Perhaps he had been that thing before, but ever since the incident, things had not been the same. No longer did he frolic in the ocean. No longer did he seek companionship among his peers.

Looking away from Thistle, he resumed his scratching at the cache, unwilling to accept her offer of help. When he managed to scrape away enough, he plucked out a small squirrel that had been left there by somebody else, settled down, and began to pick at it with his teeth.