Tormented Tarns All for the cost

he was scratchy, itchy all over. it was a reoccurring thing, every year around this time he'd get scratchy, then really fluffy, and lose it all again in the spring. it wasn't until now that he was glad for it, glad for the warmth that his floof gave him. but it was annoying to grow, and every few minutes he'd launch a scratching attack on one part of his body or another. he plopped down in the grass between the tarns, scratching vigorously at his chin. he looked up, seeing a wolf passing through. hey man, he called, before going at his chin again with his back paw.