Bramblepoint a pathological disgrace

Anyone welcome!

Paschar was in forest once again, but this one was filled to the brink with thorny plants. Most were dead, but that only made them more brittle and likely to break off into his grey agouti fur. Every time he weaved his way under a log, something would stab him in his side and he'd grunt in frustration. It was times like these when feral showed himself without Char even realizing it. Not full out but more subtle than that, in the way that he walked and his brows were furrowed. Angry Paschar wasn't one to be messed with, though most of the time he was more scared than he was angry. Today seemed an exception.

He decided he'd take a break for a while and found himself a nice tree to rest under. From there he managed to calm down, and began grooming his soft plushy fur back to its former glory, removing sticks and bristles from his legs.