Sun Mote Copse choke all my love away

Titmouse wasn't about to be shown-up by a girl, but he couldn't deny that she was right. Hunting right now was a stupid idea even for him, so he merely harummphed. The boy hunkered beneath the tree and became a grey blob as he curled into himself. His tail tucked neatly against his cheek, and he awkwardly tried to fit his long limbs beneath his thin body as if he were a goose trying to nest atop some eggs. It wasn't comfortable. He had nothing else to say to the girl - too stubborn really - and began to mope within the shadows.