Bramblepoint One thorn of experience is worth a whole wilderness of warning

He winced. And again. And again, stopping every time just to pull the occasional and most definitely – painful thorn from his paw. And each time this happened, a low rumble would sound within his throat, escaping his lips whenever he felt the sharp sting of thorns penetrating his leathery pads. It was infuriating, but still, the scenery made up for it as Neako glanced around at the budding bushes and trees around him. As he strolled cautiously, his night colored pelt bristled slightly as the odd spotlight of sun touched his back, warming him some as he practically tiptoed through the thorn scattered forest.

Black ears flicked forward as the lone wolf came to a gradually halt, his bright amber eyes widened slightly as he listened to the sound of rustling to one side of him, swiftly his head spun around and his now focused stare was in search of the source of the noise. Silently, Neako lowered his head, though he avoided touching his nose to the floor because the last thing he needed was a thorn to the nose. Now that would be painful! So carefully, the ebony male remained still, nostrils flaring as he waited patiently for the creature to reveal itself.