Fairspell Meadow the godspell

He caught no sight of the wolves, too focused on primping and cleaning himself up. It wasn’t easy being pretty, after all, but he managed well enough.

Akhtar finally licked the last cut-between his toes, gross and painful- clean, then gathered his limbs beneath him. He stood with a flick of his tail and a backwards sway of his body. Travel was tiring, as was standing when you had been laying down! He let out a little whuff of air, shaking out his coat, then looking to distant Akashingo.

It was, perhaps, time to begin walking again.

He looked to his paws with a disgusted noise.

Maybe in a minute though.