Porcupine Ridge toy cars in the highway

An uncontrollable urge to reposition his butt--again-- stuck quickly after Fang's joke about his continuous squirming had been launched. He kept his bottom still, until the sharp edge of a rock against his skin made him give in and wiggle again. Ha ha ha, he barked sarcastically while giving allowing a soft scoff to float from his lips.

He thanked the heavens above that he had not joined a pack on the mountain --besides being a complete claustrophobe he did not enjoy trekking on gritty paths like these. I'm doing more that you, which is incredible considering the injury in your butt he remarked, having witnessed the cringe in his face as he took a seat before.