Blacktail Deer Plateau grezig gets her head stuck in a log

He was, of course, patrolling as well. He had woken early to find Liri still sleeping and with a nuzzle to her snoozing form, he silently padded from the den and into the cold, coudy morning. Kavik liked the winter. His coat was dark and thick, so he felt most comfortable when it was cold. So as he moved from the atrium out into the trees that forested their territory, he stretched and stood up, giving his coat a frisky shake. 

As he moved quietly through the trees, his patrol path pretty much muscle memory at this point, his panting breaths came out in white puffs in front of him. He had made a stop at the stream to have a short, morning drink before heading to the southern borders. His trip was interrupted, though, by what sounded like a sneeze. He followed the sound and soon found himself looking at Grezig with her head inside in a log. Grezig, he said in a concerned voice as he approached the log. Are you stuck in there? he asked, although he was pretty sure he knew the answer. He came and sniffed around where her head disappeared only to step back, inhale quickly a few times and let out his own sneeze.