Rolling on his back, Dante squirmed, back twisting in the dirt as he tried to get an itch plaguing him halfway down his spine. Growling with annoyance he rolled once more, then sighed with relief as he finally hit the spot. He was well aware of the picture he probably made to anyone passing by, a fully grown male wolf wiggling like a pup in the dirt, but that itch had been driving him insane half the day. Finally, though, it was gone. Rolling to his paws, he stood, pelt covered with leaves and dust. Chuckling at himself, he shook, trying to get most of the dirt off. A fine picture he would make to any of his new packmates should they come upon him now. Not that he thought they would mind; they didn't seem the type.
Turning, he pulled a few leaves that had gotten tangled out of his pelt, then looked back at his tail. A burr seemed to have gotten stuck right near his tail. Shoot. Turning around, he went for it, but wasn't quite flexible enough to reach it and almost lost his balance to boot. Resigned, he sat. That's what he got for playing in the dirt.
