Bramblepoint Cinnamon Harvest with his best buddy Ooky

ooc: @Lulua'ina 

There are moments in life, when you want to crawl under your bed, curl up in a tight ball, close your eyes and imagine that the harsh world around you does not exist. In order to distance yourself from things in life that you would rather not think about or be involved with. This was, what Birk was seeking in the depths of Bramblepoint, after a meeting with a certain female that had left him very confused and unsettled.

Meeting, talking and getting to know beautiful girls was the essence of his life. He enjoyed their company, liked to make them laugh by being silly and spinning impossible tales, he had had a boyish, innocent crush on each and all of them and though he often forgot their names by the time he had met the next one, he still held fond memories of them all. 

But the burning desire of something he could not quite put his paw on, the mind-fogging attraction to one certain female that felt odd and unreasonable, was a new sensation. Therefore very scary too and he had done a thing he had never done before. Fled from the said girl. Despite hurting paws and exhaustion, he had run and run and run, until there was a distance between them and that tantalizing scent had had no power on him. 

He was happy to realize that his head was clear now, therefore he dug a little hallow in the snow, in order to hide under a bush and began to nurse his raw paws and wounded tail, taking comfort in the fact that once again he was in power of his actions and decisions.