Bramblepoint i got sugar and salt in my blood

his distraction it seemed, unknowingly came in the form of a familiar face.

it had been by chance that he passed by the same log she'd take shelter in, the sound of her gnawing capturing his attention as he grew close. for a moment he thought of ignoring whoever it was that rest inside, but his interest was piqued, and he instead chose to investigate.

he was sure whatever creature lied inside had taken notice of him by now, and so his approach to the mouth of the make-shift den was slow and cautious. carefully he bent down to peek inside, offering a friendly "hellooo" to whoever it was that had taken shelter there.