Bramblepoint a pathological disgrace

The shadowed woman had come across an interesting place, a violent place. Plants full of thorns twisted among the trees in a maze, their stalks riddled with thick, sharp points. Some of them became embedded within her inky fur after she had made the unwise decision to explore the area. Sakura whined softly, now desperate to find a clearing wherein she could remove some of the demonic thistles from her skin.

She found such a place, the brambles giving way to just enough space for one or two to sit, albeit uncomfortably. This tiny clearing was already occupied, however. The agouti male seemed to have gotten himself in the exact same predicament as she, leaving the she-wolf to question why they had each done this to themselves. She woofed softly at him, another whine issuing from her narrow throat.