Big Salmon Lake My Shores Were Pretty

Sooner or later the boy knew he would be brought to a halt within the forest, he just didn't expect it so soon.

Staring upwards, Primrose gazed at the tall tower of thick brambles overhead, their vines too large and too sharp to pass even with his tiny frame. "Aw Geeze..." he breathed, ducking his head in an attempt to peer through the small holes. He poked and prodded with the tips of his nails, hoping some of it would give over time, and when that wasn't enough he would step back and look around.

Not intending for another to be there, Primrose jolted at such a sight, the poor boy was scared right out of his skin at the presence of another watching him. Flattening his ears, the firebird sat down within the dead grass, his body barely covered as he stared right ahead with curiosity.

Should he run home? Should he approach them? His mother warned to be careful in the new lands...