Bramblepoint Shizukana

The mountains had not proven to be worth the time they took to scale.

Haru had wandered down to the base and then eastward until he had found a rough patch of thick forestry and brambles that dug into his skin. He’d grunted and groaned until he had found his way into a small clearing. Having arrived there, the thief had little intention of moving on. The idea of pushing through the prickly brush for several miles prickled his skin with irritation.

To top it all off, he was still hungry. That man on the mountain and his games… Haru rolled his eyes at the thought of the deer carcass they’d been pining after. His mouth salivated at the memory of its bloated stomach and the smell of meat on its bones.

The coyote sighed and settled onto his belly with an exasperated huff. A simple break, then he could move on.