Bramblepoint the world we know is turning

If it weren't for the proliferation of dead leaves every-fucking-where, Titmouse might've been able to adapt to the rest of the forest. The scent of all the leaves was quite pungent. He thought he could smell something like deer behind this smell, or maybe rabbit, but as soon as he began to scour the path before him for clues, he was overwhelmed by the autumn aromas. It was irritating, but not as irritating as when he lifted his head back up and was face-to-face with a gaunt dark creature. She made a noise which indicated her own surprise, which was timed really well with Titmouse's dropping of the skull. He was startled enough to bristle and swagger back a step too - a great cacophony rising up as he crunched upon the many leaves.

Oh shit! He screeched. It felt like his skin had tried to jump off of his body; his heart skipped a beat as it rocketed to his throat, and then he was left to deal with the uptick in adrenaline in the best way he knew how: shouting. Where the hell did you come from?! You -- the fuck, man -- you scared me! Not fair. As he went off on his tirade though, he began to look to the ground and search for his skull, but he couldn't see the white of the bleached bone anywhere. Jeeze -- where... Where did it go? You made me drop it! Tit's tail writhed behind him as a sign of agitation, but he seemed intent on scouring the ground, and barely looked up to the stranger that had materialized out of nowhere.