Seaside Moors Keek

Set for tomorrow afternoon (1/29)

This time away from home was doing him good, Phox thought. He still hadn't decided what, exactly, he was going to do when he returned, but being away from it did help him cool off. He was meandering through the moors, letting his brain and emotions take a rest, when a peculiar bird (a gull of some sort) began to follow him. He actually wasn't sure how long the little bugger had been following him.

Phox let it follow him for a little while, then he spun around and growled at it, watching as it fluttered away. Snorting, he returned to his meandering, letting his paws take him gradually south. A few minutes later, he spotted the damn thing again. This time it was squwaking at him. Mocking him! Over and over, she yelled "keek!" at him in her raspy voice.

Scoffing, Phox jogged away from her, ears slicked back in mild annoyance. But wherever he went, the damn thing followed him, keeking at him. He'd chase her off, then she'd flutter back only a few minutes later, annoying the ever-loving-butts out of him.