Bramblepoint i got sugar and salt in my blood

what little sunlight trickled in through the log was not enough for him to make out the details of her face, the majority of her figure still shrouded in shadows. he could however pick up her scent more clearly, the familiarity it leaving him wondering where he might have met her before.

turns out he didn't have to ponder for long, her face peeping out of a hole in the log and revealing who exactly had been inside. his face lit up at the sight of her, her current method of communicating with him reminding him of how a rabbit might peek out in search of danger. "nice little place you got here" he let out, paws scooting back a few steps so that she might have room to exit the log should she wish to do so.